Mostly he just stood there
Next to the fence
Looking at what,
We knew not
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the abuse of animals kidnapped for lives of slavery and then slaughter is virtually infinite these animals are often lonely... confined to stalls when not working God bless them all and God bless you for this poem
i found this poem while searching for a ph friend named eugene. i enjoyed the poem very much. i always appreciate fine rhyming and good story-telling. thanks for sharing. bri :) it's tempting to add it to MyPoemLIst. well, why not? it's free to you and me. :) p.s. i read the other comment. i was looking at a horse in a pasture this past year while taking walks in the country. several times i wondered how old it was [it truly is kind of grey, but DEFINITELY not a mare]. i watched it shift it weight from leg to leg and move more slowly (if at all) than the younger-appearing horse nearby. i even thought to myself might it be better to shoot it? , but who knows.............it may just be enjoying itself.