I Am a Horse
I must be a horse.
Slim limbs twitch hyperactive,
Spacious eyes on every gate.
Irritation ripples them easily,
They pound the ground, away.
Dangerous when hostile;
Willful beasts, prone to kicking and
Snorting their temper all chunky veined.
Mouthy and Hyper-responsive.
Uncontrollable, unless broken.
Easily damaged, they abhor force.
Mild as doves, then bold they run
To find remembered spacious fields
Away from the herd.
I am a horse.
Leanne Margaret copyright 2015