Good Night, Sweet Princess

I hear she went down swinging.
Fought like a champ.
Oh, they managed to kill her, all right.
But she got a couple of good licks in.

My partner is angry about it, too.
He was her next-paddock neighbor.
Liked each other.
Flirted some.
Shared a water trough.

He followed her scent, snorting and pawing,
Eyes wide and alert.
Searched for her.
But her scent told the story.

There's good, tall grass near where they buried her.
Used to be his favorite spot to graze.
Won't go there now.

Some people don't think horses feel the emotions we feel.
Like grief.

They're wrong.


sj