Beautiful Bones Poem by Breanna Marie

main drifting through the wind, her ears are narrowed straight
a silent force of beauty, yes dertermined by her fate

skin and bones are all you may see,
but all i see is pure beauty
and as this poor creature cries, you just stand and watch haer flee

may I be wrong to ask this question as why you be so heartless?
when even you know this poor little mare stands knowing she is hopeless

well, if it where me instead of you she would still be well alive
for all you know she is gone now, truth be toldif she was mine everything would be alright...