The Cry

I was sleeping when I heard the cry.
I ran outside. Even in the dark, I could see her kicking, searching for her attacker. I was at her side soon, fondling her behind the ear.
“Calm, my dear…it’ll be okay now”, I said. She whinnied happily, as I gave her a sumptuous meal of hay.

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

26 thoughts on “The Cry”

  1. it's a simple act of kindness and care that calmed down your horse? ermmm…am i right? seems one of your horses at farmville is being given life here…:)peace!nice one Leo!

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