The One Job That Changes Lives

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The One Job That Changes Lives

I hear their feet

Barely touching the ground,

Along side white wooden fences

I hear their breath,

Their lungs filling with air,

Their manes and tails whisping in the wind

They sing happily with one another,

Kicking their feet into the air.

 

They are strong

And they are wild

 

But there is one

Standing on his own

In a wooden stall away from the herd

In need of help

In need of care

His legs cry out when he tries to move 

His breath is dry and wheezing

His ears prick when i enter his safe, closed structure

He is weary, unsure if he can trust this stranger

But he knows of my wisdom

He knows I will cure is aching legs 

 

I am the veterinarian

His care-giver

To help when he isn't feeling as wild and free as his brothers and sisters

That happily run in the pastures

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