Make a Difference

• Sharon Wu
• Short Story
• 2006

Her breath fills the still morning air.
Her hooves beat like a thousand drums.
Churning the dust and grasses grown.
They swallow the air, ton by ton.

She goes faster, her legs a blur.
She holds her head a little bit higher.
Her mane of flaxen, flows with the wind.
Her tail tips licking air like fire.

A shrill whinny erupts the still.
Her tail carries, nostrils flare.
The sharp breeze in her face.
The light rain in her hair.

I say, how could anyone slaughter,
Such an amazing animal, belonging hence,
To life, to freedom, clinging on,
Waiting for you to make a difference.