Auction

The sparkle of life has long since left my tired eyes
Years of neglect have brought me here
A steel hand is all that I have felt
The bang of an auction gavel sealed my fate.
But a golden ray of sunshine comes upon me
A soft voice whispers in my drooping ears
A gentle hand touches my tired withers
Although I flinch, I do not feel the sting of a whip.
Calming words and soothing voice ease my fears
A halter & lead rope are gently placed on me
Another trailer stands before me now, I am urged to go inside
I struggle with fear and pull back hard on the rope.
Awaiting harsh words and whip lashes, I pull harder
But no harsh words hurt my ears
I only hear more gentle soothing words
With fear and trepidation, I step into the trailer.
My entire body quivers in fear
A huge mound of fresh hay awaits me
At my destination, I am gently led into an enormous stall
with deep, soft bedding.
A trough of clear, cool water to drink from
A feed tub with fresh grain awaits me
I peek out of my stall door to a pasture of green grass.
“Is this the Rainbow Bridge?”
The horse in the stall next to mine nickers, “No, it’s an equine sanctuary.”
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