Through the Eyes of a Beast

The air is crisp and dull The wind whips at my face My hooves hit the hard ground And crush the stones into sediments Some would see this as a MIRACLE But I do not... One of my own runs behind me as a rope swiftly flys, but misses Some would see this as TRAINING But I do not... Another disappears in the darkness known as death He will not return Some would see this as a long DREAM But I do not... The prison is small, but up in the air I soar Across the rails of redeement Some would see this as FREEDOM But I do not... I must go back, I think to the one I love Some would see this as STUPIDITY But I do not... Something moves With wheels that turn Some would see this as MAGIC But I do not... A whinny is cried but I am so close Some would se this as a CHASE But I do not... I run to the door And unhook the latch He is away at last Some would see this as SUCESS But I do not... The air is cold and threating The road is long and rough Some would see this as a SET BACK But I do not... Over a hill, to a gully And into the waters we jump Some would see this as a THRILL But I do not... No horse and saddle dare jump and freedom is so near Wildness is apon us And life as we know it goes on Some would see this as a victory As do I...This poem was written from the eyes of a horse, one that is trying to be caught to be taken to be slaughtered. I wrote this poem for a contest in my guild, but I thought I'd add it here as well... Any critique would be appriciated... Paige Written March 11th, 2002 © on Mar 11 2002 06:23 AM PST, Paige Hayter   0 • 12