She was alone, hungry and utterly cold. She lay on a patch of blood, the residue of her birth yet no mother was here to welcome the little girl into the world. Her mother, had the decency and care to groom her damp palomino coat cleansing it of any birth fluids of blood left and in a flash she was gone. Her body trembled as icy blue eyes searched for her mother in extreme confusion. Her small little legs tucked under her neatly, no instinct flew her forwards to stand no instinct even wandered on the idea of survival.
So there she sat, a petite little thing, lying hungrily in a patch of dandelions. She continue to move in discomfort shifting her positions back and forth as hunger began to deprive her soul. Tiny champagne lobes swivel hoping to hear something, to feel the warmth of a breathe as they inhale the scent of the sweet little newborn. Her discomfort is followed as she lyes flat on her side, itty bitty legs sprawled about, as her small milky colored tail flicks back and forth. Icy eyes search again searching through the forest of long grass and high stemmed dandelions, " Momma?" Her voice is little and cracks from her milk deprived muzzle.
She thought she saw movement but, perhaps it was the coming of death at her door-step. If someone didn't take notice of the little thing, she would be left for the buzzards.
