Tinker Posted April 3 Share Posted April 3 The Birthing of Pat's PrideAn early spring morning,I went to check on my marewho was soon to foal. A newborn coltlay off to her left, still shedding his sack.St Pat approached meas I cooed and spoke love wordsto her, she dropped her headso I could stroke her starand lavish her with praise.All the while she kept an eye on her foalwho awkwardly struggled tostretch, flex, and bendhis long spindly legsin an attempt to right himself.I just watched as he finally stoodon unsure wobbly stiltswith a little help from his mama's nudges.A black beauty,sporting his mother's star.She snickered and nodded, proudand happy to show him off,I took one cautious step in his direction.Her ears went back,she squealed, lunged, bit my shoulder,and sat me down in the mud.Once down, she backed off,then gently nuzzled my hair,her way of saying, "It's OK, just not yet". ~~Judi Van Gorder 1 Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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