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.