Crouching & sleeping neath its grassy lair
& scarcely startles tho the shepherd goes
Close by its home & dogs are barking there
The wild colt only turns around to stare
At passer by then knaps his hide again
& moody crows beside the road forbear
To fly tho pelted by the passing swain
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Image by my friend #CarryAkroyd
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