Preparing For Winter
She had lived in the meadow
Where they came at night
Drawn by her scent
She to their bite.
Through the forest moon
To the meadow light.
I was never to stare passed
The eyes of her keeper
He who was worn and possessed
With desire
She who had longed to feed at his fire
In a room overlooking the barbed
Fence and clover fields beyond
As I left, her eyes smiled and said
"I have a stall, I'm brushed and fed"
Copyright © Ross Blair | Year Posted 2019
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