That blind Mare

left alone by the herd as usual

shakes her head to gain short respite

from the eye blinkerings of Horseflies

soon to return

 

head lowered she snuffles about trying to find

a dewy grass stem to coil her tongue around

 

she cautiously saunters in my direction

stopping a few feet away from where I am

is she able to sense my pitying presence I wonder?

 

As hot as the day is her eyes never close

and occasionally she stomps and stomps the ground

 

to me that almost looks like an act of impatience

albeit sadly in vain impatience

 

because if she is waiting in expectation of the light

to finally reveal itself to her

then I hope she can at least go on gaining a modicum 

of comfort from that cruelly taunting useless

 anticipatory consolation