An Orphaned Foal
"Oh where are you mother?"
Cries the foal in fear,
Sensing that his mother is not near.
He cries and stumbles on the hay,
And rolls to find his mother did not stray,
But is lying down and has no intention
To get up and warm her last dear foal.
She inhales deeply and closes her eyes
She exhales feebly and her lids never do rise
To look at her foal, her last and precious one
Because from this sick world she has gone on.