He Had Started Responding

He had started responding To death tapping at his door Fog crowded on his glasses He was a medical student Carcinogens had loved his pancreas Would you mind coming with me The growing fog said Could the young stallion Hear the mortal footsteps While making love With the green meadows It came to a standstill The handler was at a loss Did the green ground The purple mounds Lose interest In the equine vibration The handler complied with The animal Instinct It followed the hospital smell It pursued the smell of death Went straight to the deathbed Breath was taking time to arise From the darkening lungs The stallion's nose wandered On his face and arm Then it stood still Deep eye to eye communication Between animal and human Smile couldn't stop Its footsteps on his lips The fresh scent of life allured him He could feel the doors The stallion had opened With love