Burry

A horde of horses once set out for pasture anew
Burrry the biggest male horse, it's head
So many days and nights
His instinct and bravery
Saved the day for the poor horses

Many disliked him for being him
Tough, brave yet gentle
The females took to him
As an eagle would take to the sky
Through many a nudge
And gentle his probing
Burry led his group

Alas they came upon a hill
Looking downwards
Was a view never known to them
Pasture aplenty
Flowers colouring it
And a gentle breeze to add
To it's grandeur

Burry stood quivering
Throwing his head back
He neighed triumphantly
Off he went
Majestic in flight
Flanks finelly chiselled
Was a sight to behold
Strong hoofs pounding the earth
Reinforced his strength

Down he went
crashing into a pit
His hind quarters
Broken
With pain-filled eyes
Burry looked at the splendour around him

With life slowly seeping out of him
Other horses gathered
Keeping watch
Helpless were they
They did him an honor
Standing guard
Not partaking of the food
In abundance at the valley
Though hunger knawed at them

Burry though not dead yet
Closed his eyes and breathed his last
So his friends could carry on
They left to feed
Burry watched the life seep out
A great horse dropped his head
And valiantly
Accepted fate