Newborn foal, legs folded underneath him,
Still slick with afterbirth.
His mother licks him clean
Before he takes his first hesitant, trembling steps
Away from the muddy puddle,
The place of his birth.
But what bears me this witness?
Glowing, high-resolution, interactive, and rewindable—
The birth of a horse.
Fate, to see it this way?
If not for incessant scrolling,
I fear my eyes were never to witness
The birth of a horse.
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 4:06 PM UTC
Newborn foal, legs folded underneath him,
Still slick with afterbirth.
His mother licks him clean
Before he takes his first hesitant, trembling steps
Away from the muddy puddle,
The place of his birth.
But what bears me this witness?
Glowing, high-resolution, interactive, and rewindable—
The birth of a horse.
Fate, to see it this way?
If not for incessant scrolling,
I fear my eyes were never to witness
The birth of a horse.
