A blade of grass
A distant shout
Harsh sun on his face
Then the vision of a snout
And a sound
As the hooves beat the ground
And the nip, the pull, the tear
His back limb is now elsewhere
And another tear
His ear, his abdomen, tail
His eyesight begins to fail
And his lights go out
He can't feel the ground
Or hear a sound
His head was never found

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