Just a baby
I show up hungry,
But the donuts are already gone,
leaving me with sugar cubes
meant for someone else.
The unpopular boy
brought me to this place,
and together we sweep the aisles
that cut between the stalls.
Later, dandy brush in-hand,
we are allowed to fetch and groom,
leading the mares and geldings,
but never the stallions.
There is a little deer in the viewing room,
its mother killed by a car or a beast.
Its eyes are so round as we stroke its little head,
reassuring it that it will survive even this.