
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