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The Nursemare Foal

I stand upon my wobbly legs,

As the sun shines in bright and strong.

Suddenly some men come in,

I feel something wrong.

One hold mom and one grabs me,

Where is mom?

I cannot see!

He drags me from,

The warm, safe stall.

I do not like this,

Not at all!

Iím taken to a tiny pen,

Other babies are all around,

Scared and Sad,

They make no sound.

Where are the moms?

They bring in bottles of milk to eat,

Iíd much rather be,

At my motherís teat!

Some people come,

They sound so nice,

The load us up,

And count us twice.

We leave that place,

And though we fear,

Something good,

Is happening here.

We are unloaded to,

A nice warm barn.

They seem to say,

Weíll feel no harm.

They feed us milk,

And tuck us in,

Unaware that other foals,

Will never see this life begin.

 

Written By:  Brandi M. Qualset

Copyright: B.M. Qualset 2008

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