October Story Contest

The Ermine
By: Ging
Age: 11

A jet-black mare whinnies up to the sky,
The birds from above pause to listen to her cry,

As the mare listens to the song of the jays,
The song reminds her of those long ago days,

When she was free no longer enslaved,
to work very hard no matter night or day,

She was the prettiest mare of the lot,
For she had an ermine, while the others did not,

The white marking just above her left foot,
gave her the beauty, the style the look,

The Ermine made her enslaved,
The Ermine made glory leave her days,

The Ermine on her front left foot,
gave her this exoticly beautiful look.