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