Winter solstice is the shortest day,
We are lucky and have lots of sweet hay.
Winter is here and it can be cruel and hard,
Not like a beautiful scene on a Christmas card.
Some poor equines will be left in mud so deep,
With nothing to eat and fear of the last sleep.
Negelected, thin and sadnesses in their eyes,
They are the truth of wickedness and lies.
Please support an equine welfare organisation this Christmas. They rely totally on donations to help equines in dire situations.