foal ovenbird You are innocence and pain, one leg shattered beneath you so you cannot stand. I crawl to where you lie, bend my face to yours until I see myself reflected in the obsidian of your eyes. You raise your head, blow warm breath onto my neck, as your cheek grazes mine. I raise my hand to the apricot down of your nose. You nicker and kiss me everywhere, let the soft animal that you are brush all my tender places. I spin fleece into yarn to make a blanket for you. A gift of warmth on cold nights while you wait for bone to knit. Under the spell of the spinning wheel our minds share a vision: we break into a gallop, fueled by sunlight and clover, legs strong beneath us, hearts ablaze, and hooves barely touching the earth. 250528 what's it to you? who go blather from