My Dark Horse Blog Archive on July 11, 2009, 8:00

by Ginger, age 11

My dark horse in the night,
you stand with pride,
your head held high,
your muscles gleam,
against the moon,
your breath steams,
against the midnight air.

And you hold that little aura,
that little streak of wild,
that makes your eyes scream,
and it seems,
we could never be a team,
Your head holds defiance,
but you whisper reliance.

So here you are,
next to me,
my dark horse.

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Author’s Note: I was out with the horses one night in the