Mares grazed in quiet contentment,

Their foals were close beside.

They suckled and they frolicked,

While the mothers watched with pride.

This scene of peace and beauty,

Was shattered with a din.

When horse box clattered to the site,

And passion galloped in.

A mighty beast stood proud and tall,

His male pride proclaimed.

A whinny rent the tranquil air.

Head thrown back, nostrils flamed.

He drew the equine, female scent,

And stamped in pow'rful lust.

With thundering hooves he circled round,

To mate with mighty thrust.

At first approach there is rebuff.

This mother will not play.

Her eyes are for her tiny child.

She kicks him hard away.

Chest and pride severely bruised,

The mighty beast drew back.

But selfish genes were greater force,

Than ribs by brood mares cracked.

Regaining breath and snorting loud,

He charged to sate his need.

Rounding on a second mare,

He lunged to plant his seed.

But fierce response came faster still,

Than it had done before.

Fearsome hooves lashed out behind,

And cut a wound so sore.

Limping now, and marked by shoes,

The stallion blundered through.

Each move toward reluctant mare,

Was met with cruching shoe.

The mothers took offensive then.

Their feelings could be read.

They closed in kicking frenzy,

And ill fated stud fell dead.