Horses

I love horses.

I love kissing their soft noses
as they blow air onto my face
their ears perked forward,
saying, “Hey, pal”.

I love the way they canter.
It’s like flying.
We become one strong, graceful animal,
soaring through clouds and wind.

I love their funny little trot
when they trot over to see me
Because I know I have a friend
with perky ears to greet me
and strong legs to carry me
and a soft nose for me to kiss.

I love going to the stables.
I don’t mind getting dirty
or dusty
or muddy because

I love Horses.