Straining, all knees and gangly legs, I stand.
My newborn head is heavy as I reach
and sway with splaying limbs towards my mum.
I find she’s moved. I glitch and stumble forwards.
Momentum found, I shake my mane and follow,
our bodies, side by side, are bound by hope.
At last she stops, and threatening to collapse,
I find a teat and finally start to suck.

After dinner we went for a local wander and enjoy the sight of four newborn foals finding their feet.
(29 05.26)

© Ben Quant 2026
Photo by Fabien Maurin on Unsplash