Zebra
The Zebra she walks through the African dry
Unaware of the mare, under Montana sky
A World far away yet somehow so near
With similar interest and similar fear
The Zebra is free with her family to roam
The mare has a stall, to call all her own
They look much the same, but for stripes on the one
The mare’s glossy coat shines in the sun
The Zebra is alert for danger is near
The mares grown accustom, to a much different fear
A cat for the one, is an enemy to guard
To the other, a cat is a friend…who sits in the yard
To the Zebra a dog, is a Hyena pack
To the mare he helps, put the cattle out back
So both carry a burden, through the long everyday
One careless mistake, with their lives they will pay
A broken leg turns, the mare into glue
One slip by the Zebra, and her family is through
So the mare and the Zebra, may not share the same stripe
But well connected they are…in truth and not tripe
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