Glory [A Poem]

Freckled and spotted

She stood but a twig

Lost in a forest

Of abandonment

Tires and barbwire

Surround her by day

And at night she suffers

The coyotes cries, not far away

Left with no food

Or water to drink

She stands by a tree

And hopes for relief

Halter grown in

And hooves overgrown

Not a grain in that belly

And left all alone

Withering quick

She stands by her tree

And hopes a kind soul

Will help her to see

There is life still

No matter how grim

Things seem from beneath

This horrid, old tree

This halfhearted twig

Awaits her relief

As the days pass her by

And she writhes with grief

Her name is Glory

All freckled with spots

Like a giant Dalmatian

Trapped in this spot

At the end of her lead

She was finally freed

Not a day too soon

She’ll now find relief

Halfhearted no longer

And happy at last

Whom once was a twig

Knows Glory at last

Halfhearted no longer

And free from that mess

Glory has found relief

At Horse Creek Ranch*

*Horse Creek Ranch is, to the best of my knowledge, a fictional name.

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