There is he,

Standing vain and tall,

His jet – black back,

Glistening in the sun,

His arched neck,

Gleamed brightly,

While his glossy hair danced lightly,

In the gentle upright wind,

His mane brushed and pampered,

His hooves fussed and touched,

His tail plaited and loved,

Until he was tranquil. 

 

His kindly eyes were upon me,

His dashing ears leaped forward,

So I did what came naturally to me,

And cuddled him until he grinned wildly,

A nice, horsey – like grin. 

 

He started to get agitated

And I calmed him through

But he was after something

I wasn’t sure what, not at first

Until he started cantering beautifully on the sunny pastures of today

And I suddenly knew what this meant

I walked slowly, very carefully, towards him

Not wanting to spook him

And he bent down just for me

I leapt on his shining back

And we went with the winds

We went with the sun

We went…together

We went as one.