The Horse in the Dark Stable

Through the door of the dark stable

Peeked a sick horse

At healthier ones grazing

And playing in the wetland


He could only stumble

As he tossed his head in vigour

At uncaring horses

Engaged in their own pursuit


He gazed at the distant rubble

Wishing for strength

So that he could fly with the wind

Have his fill of the wet grass

And hover impatiently in his stable

For the next dawn

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