Our Legendary Princess

A spirit free
A moments rest
The eagle flies
With screams of death

A mare’s black body
Lies on the grass
The horror is gone
But the pain still lasts

The breeze lifts her mane
It falls back, still
The somber remains
of the cougar’s kill

Her spirit is gone
Vanished with night
The body is covered
Teardrops we not fight

Our Legendary Princess
Taken too soon
The horses are quiet
Shadows hide the moon

Take not for granted
Your silken friend’s breath
Dream of eternity
But love not death

This a memoir to Legendary Princess, our wonderful black Paso Fino mare. Adopted by an elderly Mustang mare when her own mother (Willow Waves) rejected her, she grew into a beautiful dressage horse, a kindred spirit. She was one of those rare horses only her true owner could talk with, though she was always ready to listen to anyone's troubles.
On May 10th, at the young age of 8, she was the victim of a mountain lion that invaded our farm while we were in town one night. She was the only animal killed, because of our collie's brave attmepts to defend the other horses.
This poem was written to preserve the spirit that only her daughter couldc ary on. It is a fitting ending to the mare whose soul could blend with yours.