Searing pain ripping through your leg

Warm blood running down the limp

Lying on the ground

Nursing your wound

Wondering so for

Without boots and protection

And now you pay the price

As a hunters trap rips through your skin

And now you lay alone

Hoping

Praying they will seek you out

So you lay there

Unable to move

As the day grows old

As cold moves in

As the mists blurr the surroundings

Only to be brought out of your slumber

Ending rest

By the sound of stallion

By the presence of your love

Of the soothing hand tending your wound

Picking you up

Taking you home

To safety