Dusty Love
Dusty, neé Hermione’s girl,
Is proving to be an equine pearl.
Rescued, adopted and chosen by Kym,
Peaceful-life living is not just a whim.
Beaten, starved by her former owner,
She flourishes under the love Kym’s shown her.
Dusty gets spooked when humans come close,
She turns, slinks away and looks morose.
Trust – a factor that’s hard to regain,
Chunks of her broken spirit remain.
Dusty’s thoughts are kept tucked inside,
Does she dream of a playful romp and a ride?
Or is it the past terrors of hurt and abuse,
That linger to cause her to be a recluse?
She regally stands on a knoll in the field,
Sun-dappled chestnut hide revealed.
Flaxen mane crowns this queenly steed,
In tribute to her Haflinger breed.
Kym hopes Dusty’s faith in people restores,
... If not in this world, then in heaven’s outdoors.
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