The time is right « Thread Started on Aug 12, 2008, 12:38pm »
Night Shade wondered into the vally with her potbelly and then lay down.She was going to have a foal.She pushed with all her might and then out slid a little filly the mare turned to see her baby.The foal was curious so Night Shade carried her back to her terrin to see her farther and home.
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next.