Shooting Star

Estrella
Your star shown so brightly
so briefly
a falling star that
flashed before us.
Filly dropped in the cold
in the biting wind
brought early by
a falling barometer.
Last spring your mother,
Teresa
was enticed from sheep camp
by a wild horse stud
nickering sweet nothings.
She stood,
switched her tail.
We snatched her back.
A working mare,
she bore shepherds all summer.
Her belly grew.
We found you,
brought you in,
rubbed you with towels
until your mouth grew warm.
Milked sweet colostrum
onto your tongue.
Watched your light fade
Away.
Teresa calls
A plaintive whinny,
Her bag swollen.
Her star faded
Into darkness.

Comments
Sharon, what a pretty filly she was.
We are in Maine, staying in a tiny cabin with our daughter and our border collie getting a taste of late winter as the snow melts.
Best,
Frances
Posted by: Frances | March 21, 2009 2:39 AM
That's so sad,hope everyone is doing well.
Posted by: Lynn Cox | March 29, 2009 4:58 PM