The
Thoughtful Horse
I am a horse.
I wonder when I can stop leaping into the air.
I hear the words trot, canter, down, and halt.
I see only riders getting on and off me.
I want to be free in my paddock.
I am a hard worker.
I pretend I have my own herd.
I feel the girth tighten on my barrel.
I touch the cold and hard ground.
I understand that I must learn.
I say, “No, I don’t want to be ridden today.”
I dream I can be wild
and free with my mane flapping in the breeze.
