I snuck out to commune with him;
heart claimed him in secret.
a Shetland like Penny but dun.
A truck came to load him, I bawled.
If I had have known
he meant something to you I wouldn't have sold him.
He'd be in safe hands, we let him go.
At pasture that summer,
Trigger was bit by a rabid fox, was put down.
Death added to my too silent soul.
More grief weight added to dad's own.