The Modesty of a Horse

January 8, 2020

There she stands without a trace of fear

Yet my heart flutters when she trots near

Such a beautiful animal but without knowing how

Possessing a noble power that’ll make anyone bow

I hold my breath as she takes off

But all she does is dash towards her trough

Eating away as I stare

How could this animal not have a care?

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