Dusty and Puff
Black and white, curled together
breath so soft, like finest feather
Eyes closed tightly against the light
Protecting dreams through out the night
The Glade
In a hidden glade, near mountain side
where flowers bloom a springborne tide
In the greenest grass, near purest water
Lies a mother's only daughter.
A thing of beauty, a place of wonder
Soon forever to be torn asunder
While watchers look on in wonder and greed
there stands in the meadow a newborn steed
His coat is as black as midnight's glow
He glistens from head to tiny toe
He takes his first steps as mom watches proudly
She raises her voice and whickers loudly.
Tis then that she senses that danger is near
She gathers him close and sheds a large tear
She runs through the meadow her eyes wide with fright
but escape is not possible, only through flight
Flight is not possible, not on wings still birth wet
And then her own gossamer wings are caught in the net
She trumpets in fear as the halter is placed
Over her delicate head and a blindfold is laced
Of her son she never learns again
She dies broken and bleeding in her own little pen
Dreaming of freedom and flight through the night
and a little one with a coat black as night.
A winged one isn't a pet to be caged
For it's wildness cannot be measured or gaged.
A winged one tamed is a sad sight to see
And a memory which still brings tears to me.
But sadder still are they which try,
for envy drives them and their hearts are dry.
Pity them well, for they never achieve
that which they desire, it they never receive.
For their hearts wish to fly on silvery wings
And cannot do so for they've forgotten one thing
A heart cannot fly when it's laden with chains
It must be free as the clouds, and the sky when it rains.
Laura Lovelady
