LOSS
- Want to take
- my new horse.
- Birthday present,
- stitched and stuffed
- by a careful sister,
- with a woolly smell
- and a nubbly mane
- and a long tail
- flown by the wind.
- She clutches him tight
- by a slippery leg.
- At the roaring bridge
- she shows him the river,
- its glossy flanks
- bleeding round boulders.
- He slips from her fingers
- and the river whips
- him away at a gallop.
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