I step cat-like on the sawdust
Being sure not to disturb
And rest my hands on the top
Of the stall door
A slight rattle brings a
A soft snort and a slow turn of
Angelic head
Her nostrils acknowledge me and she
Blinks, bright eyes look upon me

I cock my leg
As she already had
And she turns on her hind
The crisp, rasp of straw
Under hoof
Welcomes me
If she were a lady with two legs
I would have brought her flowers
I give her sweet feed instead
Steady she moves across to meet
My hand

Her rhythm she makes
The song of her taking my gift
She bows her head for my hand's
Kiss
I pull, fingers combing her long
Black hair
A mane I kept free of the tangles
Life brings
She bows her head to me

I love horses !



Happy Holidays ...

Outstanding as always...I could smell the hay, sweet feed, leather tack....I remember the rough texture of her mane when she "allows" me to rest my cheek there before gently smacking a dusty rump to send us on our way...

Pony is not a girl type horse
but I have to admit to been a little
switched on.

:)