Butina's Jackpot

Butina hit the jackpot
Upon an Spring day's morn
For in that early hour
Her little girl was born
She'd carried her a long time
It seemed to feel like years
And upon her little one's birth
All around were in tears

Now about her each day
There scampers her pride
Whether sucking at teat
Or laid at her side
And peace settles
Over this dear mare's face
As all about her
Her foal does race

With contentment written
On on her face so fine
As if to say
This little one, she's mine,
She stands with patience
While her Jackpot feeds
For always, like any mother
First, is her child's needs


Terry Rhiannyr
April, 2013



Butina