The other horses fought and mingled

But the old blind mare stood alone

Cautiously she moved, listening, feeling, and using different senses in place of sight

Somehow she avoided everyone else's raucous play

and only when masters` voice was heard did she dare get close to anyone

Her swayed back and blank unmoving eyes

showing what used to be youth.

I feel her probing my soul inside, and I shudder.

For she sees my hidden secrets and fears.

The old blind mare stands alone.