The other day I learned, from my dear friend Bianca, of the passing of a horse called Whisper, who had the reputation of being a gentle king amongst the other horses. I wrote a few short lines in tribute, and thought they ought to be somewhere other than on Facebook.
Whisper
On a wind-whipped and wide open plain,
Where seven thousand hard hoofbeats had rung,
Was a story of a King and his reign,
Whose name will never be whispered, but sung.
Dani O'Shea 