Flannigan's Rising

Eleven months of biding time
Beloved mare, just past her prime
We watch her bloom and gently wait
While grazing by the pasture gate.
Her form grows rounder by the day
Will it be chestnut, black, or gray?
Her spirit quiets, as she grows
We wonder if perhaps she knows
As the end of her maternity draws near
We cannot help but be intrigued…interfere
Into the night, we stand and spy
Does she sense that we are nearby?
Eventually, the barn grows still
And in the air, we can feel a thrill
A quiet scene then stirs my soul
Our mare displays her newborn foal
She nudges him to help him stand
In this, their private holy land
We hold our breath, as they proceed
And mother helps her infant feed
It baffles us to see the scene
This pure escape from things obscene
As nature educates the mare
Instinctively she learns to care
The dam and foal become acquainted
We observe the scene, so pure…untainted
Tumbling, he comes to rest
As mother keeps watch, truly blessed
Nothing can match the wonderous worth
Of witnessing a glorious…equine birth

Flannigan's Rising

Trish Cooper

Bloomington, United States

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Congrats to Pilgrim on his newborn……….

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