On a morning when it’s cold

On a morning when it’s cold, a grey mare waits at the fence. Her ears are perked up and her foot is cocked. Ice and frost cling to her, but she waits. You might be thinking she is waiting for some food or a treat, but no, she’s waiting for a girl. A girl who will brush the frost out of her mane and notice the cut on her back leg. A girl that she knows, no matter what, will never let her suffer, never let her be alone, and never, ever let her wait with no response. So she waits, and when that girl comes out, she will greet the girl with a little whinny and a nuzzle of her nose. So she waits, she will always wait even when there is no girl to greet her, she will wait, she will always wait. And that girl will always come, she will never, ever let that grey mare stand alone. So that girl will always come, no matter what, no matter when; she will always come. She will always greet that mare with a “Good Morning!” And so that mare will wait, and that girl will come. They always will.