Parched In The Pasture Poem by Sarah Sisson

I canvas the range; my roving eye
almost always stops where I need it to.
There to my left I see an anomaly.
A bare and stranded creature
set tight amongst a cactus.
She is parched but not as withered
as she would have been with
out her mothers milk. This
creature was as helpless as she was wild.
Now, I dare not expose myself too much.
The strength.... the power of one even
this young would reap a criminal havoc.
I approach. It is as if we, both, share the
desperation for this moment to end.
A fortunate catch.... a bit of leg
and as she jolts and I fly
into the firm wind behind me!
This hoof.... belonging to this leg,
I will not part with.
'You will come loose damn animal! '
So then it is done.
We will share this moment forever.
Our paths permanently crossed.

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