Beginning

Born in the middle of the night His coat soft as silk Scrutinizing the world around him He begins to learn the way of a horse Ready to grow big and strong The most volatile one in the barn His heart lies on the open track Feeling the dirt fly behind him, the cool morning air running through his mane His ears pricked forward, waiting for an opponent. The day has come, all eyes on him. He breaks from the gate with speed, strength, and surging power. Now it's just the roar of the crowd An the open stretch ahead of him.