The Racing Fillies. The Passing By of the Daughters opus 501
| 6 January 2025 0250 Hours | | Poetry, Friendship |
The two young mares race south,
Past the one old stallion having their scent,
Remembering them as young fillies;
Strong in their father's eye.
Now they graze and race as they wish,
Across the prairies of the world,
Learning, but not yet in their youth,
Knowing exactly where they may stable.
The stallion has whifted them on their pass,
And has missed their presence, but
Knows they will produce well for themselves
And the world.