in dry grass bent down
by a thick blood-spattered glob
the tiny zebra
We had seen a zebra heard in the distance along with a couple of vultures that seemed interested in something in the grass—our guide took us in for a closer look and what we found there was a still born zebra foal.
The guide suspected it had been aborted. Evidently, when a herd of mares comes into the possession of a new, dominant stallion, the stallion finds any mares pregnant from the previous stallion and the new stallion induces an abortion in the mare by kicking it until the foal dies inside.
No, I don't have a photo of the aborted zebra fetus. It just didn't feel right to me to take one. Nature may not give a shit about decorum, but I still do.