• A gental giant among us.
    Taking steps around the trunks.
    Though it looks like it's flying.
    For it's owner hasn't returned.
    It waits quietly at the paddock entrence.
    Wait... Wait... Wait...

    The giant soon knows that it's owner isn't coming.
    It walks off to eat a clump of grass.
    It lift's it's large head slowly.
    Listening... Listening... Listening...

    It trots around it's feild.
    It want's to fly with the birds.
    It soon goes into a powerful canter.
    One large jump over it's paddock fence.
    It flew with the birds.
    Now it gallops off to the neighboors.
    For love.
    Love... Love... Love...

    It soon became skinny.
    In my eye's it was a mess.
    It couldn't walk.
    It's legs to weak to hold it up.
    I watched it fall as it was shot.
    I cried... I cried... I cried...

    My gental Shire has been shot.
    My boy... My boy... My boy...