A summer born colt
Weaned from his mom
Before she could teach him
About ice
One front leg shot out
For no apparent reason, he didn’t move it
He just looked right down at that wayward hoof
With so young and questioning eyes
Another step and a hind leg shot left
Then the other one shot right
With a quizzical look of surprise
He stood still and didn’t budge
His head then went down to sniff this stuff
He licked it then bit it and turned up his nose
Suddenly lifting his head the colt gave a splay-legged jump
And landed, at last, on solid ground
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Christine
Love the poem and it's snap shot of birth. Great picture.
God bless you. Kathy
randy
R~
I have always had a love for horses, brings me back to another lifetime when I rode like the wind with freedom and abandon.
Much Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"