Watchful Guard

The gentle mother horse sees
Her very first baby in the hay,
Dreaming about his adventures
After an exciting first day.
Rays of sunshine keep him warm
And his breath is soft and low.
The rustling of leaves is soothing
As a gentle wind does blow.
His long lean legs tucked under him,
He is surely tuckered out,
For this day was a wondrous one
Of walking and running about.
As little ones are prone to do
This baby is sleeping hard,
While mother stands above him
Keeping her watchful guard.
- Joy Padgett