A Mare Comment .... ©Maureen Clifford  The #ScribblyBarkPoet

 

She plunged her nose deep in the pool of water for a drink

enjoyed the coolness on her feet as they began to sink

a little in the creek bed mud, around her all was calm

and nearby was her stallion, guarding them against harm.

 

Her flaxen mane moved with the breeze - tall grasses did the same,

the ripples spread across the pool.  This elegant grand-dame

snorted and shook her muzzle sending droplets flying free

sprinkling droplets on the wildflowers growing on the scree.

 

A lizard sat, sunning himself on rocks there by the creek

he'd not the slightest fear of her, her size or her mystique,

they lived in perfect harmony, and shared the mother’s gifts -

the sun, the sky, sweet water and the shelter of the cliffs.

 

Her mob were quietly grazing on the summer grasses sweet,

with nothing to disturb them they were well fed and replete,

and the wooded hill behind them offered ample summer shade

where the little foals could sleep awhile, quite safe and unafraid.

 

The landscape scarred by mankind's greed who we so often find

take what they want with little thought for what they leave behind...

a rough red track had crossed the plain, the imprint of wheels clear

and wires strung from pole to pole proved that man had been here.

 

But right now all was quite serene, two wedgetails swooped and soared,

small fluffy clouds played chasey - seems perhaps that they were bored.

Her unborn foal moved deep inside, she left the creek to rest

and wandered off to join her mob, with food now quite obsessed.

 

One can now only hope that they remain here unmolested.

Unnoticed by the men who seems have in their death invested.

Brumbies allowed to live their lives untouched by intervention.

It's wonderful to see them free - Just thought it worth a mention.

 

 

15.7.2023