Baby Colt

You were just born today, so wild and fancy free.
Your mother overlooks as you try to flutter to your feet,
which seems too much of a feat. Your father, stood in
honor of what they had achieved.
It's nature's true calling, for us to stop and gaze upon
this sight. We gazed in wonder of new life,
which only comes through our Lord.
Two sets of lovers' eyes got to witness this, only after
seeing a cross was this God our Lord?
I'm sure he meant for us to be bonded by this forever.
Our paths crossed. It bonded us forever, with honor
and pride forever!

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