Back in the home town; looking for inspiration. The story of Mystic brought a tear to my eye. What a majestic animal; the bonds go deep. This photo is courtesy of Doug MacIlroy; this story is also for him.
Word Count: 94
You brought me apples when I was hungry. You heard my song and came to sing with me. You listened. You knew.
I’m happy in my new pasture. A lovely young woman gives me lots of attention. I am free here, fewer fences and more room to run with my new friends. I like being free.
But at night, especially under a full moon, I strum our song and wait for you. I imagine you there, listening, an apple in hand.
Not many words, always just enough. That was your gift.
I miss you.
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© Erin Leary