The Horse

The horse

Stands in

The pasture,

With his

Noble head

Erect, and

His ears

Flicking back & forth.

He smells

The oats,

His nostrils

Flaring.

Then he

Runs down

The hill,

Kicking up

His mighty

Legs looking

For

Me.

By Shiroi Hikari

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