A poem about the loss of a horse, in the style of Empty Chairs at Empty Tables, from Les Misérables

Empty nets in empty stables

The yard is full of laughter,
But I cannot hear their song,
For his stable now stands empty,
And all the joy has gone.

Photographs of us together,
Rosettes hanging on the wall,
Frozen moments to always cherish,
And yet time comes for us all.

It could always be tomorrow,
But to spare him from the pain,
Decisions must be taken,
And too soon tomorrow came.

One day the grief will lessen,
And happy memories will soar,
But today there’s just a stable,
Where my best friend stands no more.