le petit sanctuaire

Mules and ponies and horses

Your smell is fragrant reminisce

Some with blankets, some lacking

Caravans and tractors that bring your hay

No toys

Just eating, some with special diets 

But always, so much of it

Aren't you bored

Blank

Why do you stare at me sometimes?

Why do I? 

Long hair, short, 

Good temperament, bad 

Dung pile that became a hill

Vet enclosures

Guided walks 

Collapsing stables

Eclectic mix

You’ve opened me up

Visited then when I've been alone, with someone, and with someone whilst alone, and alone again

You can't leave unless you're moved

You can run but you have no reason to

You're here because they never wanted you

You helped separate me from the craze of everything else

You made it beautiful, graceful

Humbling

How many more times will I see thee?

If I move I'm sure I'll find another route

But I doubt it'll be like the one that goes past the sanctuary