Duel

Duel came in, and his hide sparkled red, but it was only 5:30, everyone else was in bed.
He could walk trot and gallop, Jump race and buck, but one day it happened, in some mud he got stuck.
He pushed and pulled, tried to jump and buck, but try he might, he really was stuck.
He called out for help, he whinnied snorted and screamed, but even with all his might, no one heard him it seemed.

The mud on his coat took away it's shine,
And his hooves were all coated in grime.


He was up to his neck in mud,
He tried one last time and then he saw blood.


He whinnied in pain as the stick dug deep,
pushed into his hide and made his weep.

"I will never get out." he wailed to the sky.
"All I have left to say is good-bye."


His ears shot foreward, his eyes opened wide.
He thought he heard a sound, the sound of a horse's stride.

He called out for help, He strugled more,
He wished with all his his might, that this was his savior.