My Big Man, Part-2

 Continuation of 'My Big Man, Part-1'. To know the details and background, check the previous post. To view the poem and inspiration, here is the link: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42891/stopping-by-woods-on-a-snowy-evening

When he turns to me, still entranced, I nudge him forward. 

“Go on, I know you want to,” I neigh. 

A sigh. He jingles my bells and closes his eyes as if it is the only thing left for him. His chest sinks and I prod him, once again. 

“We must leave, then, Big Man-” I start, but his feet are woven into the snow. And when his eyes flutter open, I finally see it- crystal clear. And now that I’ve seen it, I wish I’d never dove into those blue eyes. So very blue. He wants to wait for her. 

“Please, Big Man, please,” I implore. Why must another innocent man be sucked into her vicious trap once more? Is there no escape from this brutal circle? My Big Man- willingly surrendering himself to her. It was only last week that he’d stroked my hazel mane and smiled at the beguiling tree branches. It was just the day before that he’d chuckled at the falling leaves. And it was only this morning that he’d seen himself in the eyes of the snow and wondered aloud- “There must be more, there must be more,”

Then why, out of the blue, did he shut it all out? Was her allure indeed that irresistible? Oh, these cunning woods whispering their wicked chants, and trapping my good, gullible, gentle Big Man. I cannot try to wake him anymore. I know now, it is futile. The lump in my throat bubbles up one last time as my Big Man closes his eyes forever.