'Horse' by Jane Durrell, 1 VL
The Foal Just been born, wet and tired,
Eyes screwed up, cold and damp;
~IIother licks him, he feels better,
He knows he must try to stand.
He totters to his feet, unstable and afraid,
He falls heavily onto the hay;
He's stunned, but up he gets again,
For longer this time 足 But still falls down.
Third time lucky, up he stands,
He feels proud and strong
And tries to walk.
His mother licks him
And is proud of her foal.
Madeleine Hershman, IIJ
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