His eyes look
the eyelashes sweep heavily
I place my hands on the railing
Stand on my toes
To get a better look into his look
The tunnel is deep
I tilt forward
Almost fall into the stall
I travel to the back of his eyes
he was young once
he had a mother once
she disappeared
he cried alone at night
he blinked
he is here
he hangs his head low
as he walks in the stable
it is a slanted gait
his form is half the length of the stall
and the full width
he sort of turns
I open the latch
his head energy pops
he sort of runs
as much as one can run in a cage
runs out of the stall
all the while looking at me
he is out of the stall
still he looks at me
I tell him to go
he runs around in a circle on the grass
doesn’t go far
in a few minutes
he turns around
walks back to the stall
stands in the back right corner
head down
