Untamed Beauty ... A Poem
I don't often write poetry, but this is based on my horse.
Take a look and feel free to comment.
His terrified eye looks at me,
Full of suspicion and fear,
His tail held high.
One step, I trip.
Heâ€™s startled and heâ€™s gone.
Galloping across the field, legs lifting high.
Running for his life.
Another hour wasted.
He stands on that hill, always watching.
A black silhouette on the now hazy sky,
Mane blowing in the wind.
Will he ever learn to trust?
His instinct so strong,
A wild mustang, forever waiting
For danger, waiting to flee.
Not so long ago, he would whinny at the sight of you,
Come down from that hill.
But now, an untamed beauty.
I sit in the field.
Heâ€™s watching me.
Wary, a snatch of grass here and there.
Still watching me, but a hint of curiosity in those eyes.
A pheasant flapping up into the sky, a screeching terror.
And heâ€™s gone, again.
Yet again, so close.
I turn away.
Soft thuds on the grass.
He stops, I can feel his gaze.
His nose reaching out, so softly,
Touches my shoulder.
I turn slowly,
His deep dark eyes,
Not full of fear.