Wasting Time

Clever one she is
To sit in front of a screen
and waste her life away.

To wish for more focus
and dream of day
where all she wants to get done
gets done.

For a messy room haunts her
and hungry horses wait
but she sits
waiting

for who knows what.

you'd think she'd getting going
her whole life is waiting
or rather moving on
without her.

So why does she wait
and let the world leave
She has dreams and hopes
so why waste her time away?

Tell me truly what is her problem
why is she such a lazy person
Who looks around her and inwardly groans

There is too much to do today.
I'll do it tomorrow I promise.

That is how she passes each day.

I promise I'll do it tomorrow.
Then tomorrow comes
and she sits wasting her time away.

Dam and Foal

Long legs that get tangled up
Large eyes that watch the world
So new, brand new.
To everything the world has to offer.
Highly anticipated.
Making a grand entrance.

Almost royal.
So perfect in your newness.
A dream made real.
Little neighs
greeted by a frantic mother.

Dam and foal
perfect, special,
LOVE.

Waiting

Black, Black night.
Horses snorting and groaning while they sleep.
Bugs chirping in the night.
The heavy footfalls
Of a very pregnant mare.

The soft wind with a fall nip.
All bring the night in sharp,
agonizing focus.
That passes second by slow second.

No street lights to banish the darkness.
Shadows are nonexistent.
No foal's whinny to pierce the night-
we wait for this night to change into
celebration.

Or perhaps
it'd turn into tragedy.

The dark side of a dream.
The night holds promise and it holds fear.

The Unknown haunts without
anything to keep it in check.

Dream Or Nightmare

Swollen legs and muscles sagging-
Hind end changing.
Do you still think I'm pretty?
Seeking reassurance
begging for a well placed scratch

Am I doing well?
What is going on?
This sucks.

I pet her hip and
tell her "Good girl"
while she scratches my shoulder
with her prehensile lips.

We wait.
Her not quite sure what is happening
And I
Not quite sure why I wanted to do this.

Why did I take this chance?
I'm not ready for this!

What was I thinking.

Foal Watch

Wait.
Drip by drip.
The muscles relax.
She waddles about.
Scratching and stretching.
Prancing and swinging her wide hips around
the box stall.

Still no little one
after all this time
we still
Wait.