My Perfect Horse, by Krystina Diao
Tuesday, November 27th, 2007One day I saw him
Just at the horse fair
‘For Sale’ said the sign
I walked away, snickering
What an ugly horse I thought
More bones than meat
Who would want him?
I saw him again one day
He was by the road
‘Free Horse’ said the sign
He was alone
His eyes seemed to be filled with tears
His chocolaty eyes
Deeper than the ocean – Deeper than the universe of stars
I left
I saw him yet again
He was alone on a street
Limping, with no sign this time
When walking past
I saw the eyes
They seemed to say
‘Give me a chance’
I sighed but couldn’t take him
While leaving
I could almost hear a whisper
‘That was your last chance’
The last time I saw him
I was too late
Too late to save him
For he was starved to death
On our front yard
Again with his deep galaxy brown eyes
Only then did I realize
I had just lost my perfect horse
By Krystina Diao






