Her Whisper

Through the viscous night her whisper came
Faint but urgent, an undousable flame.
Softly awakening me yet undeniably intent
She asked me for freedom, she gave her consent.

As dark fell to light, her women friends gathered
And brushed clear her soil, to them it mattered.
Carrots and grain tantalized her throat
As needled amber juice set her misery afloat.

She walked once more strong to her passage site
So willing to go, to release her plight.
From all corrals nigh not a sound escaped
Yet equine farewells draped the landscape.

Awash in palpable love from cowgirls near
Her head in my arms, damp with my tears
Little Lady met bliss on Christmas Eve morn
With two closing breaths her soul was reborn.

Jane Sanders 2/25/01