I raced down to the stables,
concerned about my Annaday,
to find him with that defiant look on his face,
standing slouched in his paddock.
He neighed as I got closer,
he knows who I am,
he knows it’s me and not anyone else.
I swear he smiles when he sees me.
He didn’t move but an inch,
normally he walks over,
trying to push his way through the gate,
it should have worried me more than it did.
I spoke softly to him,
attempting to reassure him,
while I listened to his gut,
I hear