LET THE HORSES RUN

and taste the snap of day

with a firmness of legs built

for letting loose

among a spirit of wind and pace.

A mane of black flows

as the purest

of streams leaving “awesome”

in the dust of hooves. 

Let them munch greening

grass and juices

salivate with a whinny in

happy tones.

After racing together

nuzzling completes the rest.

Later sky is filled with shades

of clouds as colours streak

across the horizon.

The male looks at the form

snuggled beside him

and nods his head in satisfaction.