The Grass That Grew Uneaten

Epiphanies can bloom in the strangest places  
Mine blossomed in a forgotten field filled with horses  
I had always thought animals were indifferent  
That humans alone had the capacity to truly grieve  
Those thoughts withered and died within me today  
 
When I saw in a field of flowering daisies  
One foal who refused to rise
While his mother looked on in abject confusion  
As to why her wet, gently nudging nose failed to provoke his legs to leaping  
And his greying lips to suckling  
All the while the herd stood sentinel
As if frozen forever in that moment of mourning  
 
Creatures that should stand proud reduced to speckled shivering though they stood in the summer sun  
Shivering like a young foals legs should  
Perhaps they thought he didn't know how  
Abstaining from joy until the young one rose to roam alongside them  
 
But I digress  
I was speaking of an epiphany  
Mine was when I realised  
That I was the only one thinking of the sweet grass that grew uneaten