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


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