doth i hear before me
the true agony of my heart
as my eyes lay upon the terrace
where my mother's breast
should have at last rested


it was morning. when she awoke the sun was tinkering across her youthful features, spreading a comfortable warmth throughout her. blinking wearily she drags herself up, slender limbs no longer tenuous and underdeveloped, but strong and agile. piqued ears swiftly scour her surroundings for threats, keeping low in the meadow's swathing grass, practically invisible. seemingly all was safe, and yet there was a hushed weight that had descended upon the hawks, but then for how long had she really been there? a frown of thought cascades through her features, a intangibly dished skull lifted to supply a sight of her dwellings, roving throughout the meadow to pick out the few horses that lay in reach. releasing a snort she begins to carve a path through the vegetation, still frowning profuesly, craving the touch of a mother, wishing to see her godfather again. but it seemed that they were all too busy, all far too busy, for a tiny filly trying to grow into the adult world. permeating the dense growth her pace is picked up, ignorant of her mother's demise, and worried, terribly worried.

ascending a rise in the terrain she finds herself upon a pedestal, with a sentinel view of her surroundings, a wee sparkle returning to her features. she was, after all, nearing her first birthday [don't bug me about time frames] and thus her career would soon begin. though she lacked the education that a dam would have supplied she was learning by herself, keen on exploring the land, watching those who inhabited it. her speech had been mastered, though few had heard more than a polite greeting, and even fewer had heard her name escape her vocal chords. in the time it took for her opinions to develop, for her muscles to intricate and busy themselves with movement, and for her careless actions to morph into that of a master, she had - in that time - applied the rules that had been overheard to her own existence, and had listened to the encouraging words of so many large, regal horses that addressed the whole land in one swift tone. she knew what she wanted out of life; and she would get it. at a mere age of 4 hours she had lost her mother, and yet gained a family, her innocence was lost but her illusions of safety had been enforced. and now, she was out in the big wide world and my god she would not let any opportunity slip away. resting a hind leg in the grass that now barely tickled her shoulders she emmersed herself in the depth of thought, planning, composing, scrutinising her future. and thus it was indited.

as if snapping back to the morning she was quickly brought back to 'reality', the croons of horses punctuating the brief silence and frosty winter morning. a small shiver passes through her, taking yet another look of her surroundings, keeping alert and wary. lifting her muzzle toward the heavens, that - unbeknown to she - housed her mother, the releases a melodious claritone into the atmosphere, searching, searching for family, for friends. but most of all; for a role model that was not too busy...