The gunshot The bells in my eyes
Lunge in to wind Back to the stable
Thorns in my sides Winged
for a cool trough drink in the stable
Thunder in the cloud at my flank
A bucket of oats in the stable
The sound when it snapped
Bridle off-hook Back in the stable
Dropped from stampede as light acrossed
my empty stall back in the stable
In the hay The earth still
Saw grim in eyes back in the stable
Shoot her wild or long-nurse it back
What becomes of a beast in the stable
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