Eyelashes blinked, filtering in the light
that glazed her chocolate eyes
Head tilted curiously
Towards me
She snorted
I stroked her velvety muzzle.
A thin layer of slobber dripped onto my hand
I was delighted all the same.
Would it be too much to open the fence gates
And let me ride on her back?
There were flies and hay, yes
We were in a zoo with cages,
No fields of grass to graze upon
Though the mare and I weren't very different, now were we?
She wore fine white socks
Shorter than those of my school uniform
A crisp white diamond on her head
Elegant like a queen
And a wild shaggy mane, tamed by the brush of the wind.
The mare gladly munched on apples
And neighed with her friends
She rose on her hind legs
Casting a brave silhouette against the rose-streaked sky.
I admired her chivalry.
The flow for this poem wasn't the best. I rarely write about animals in such detail.
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