Sometimes I like to dream

The day that horse,

Pulled up in the trailer.

His voice was hoarse.

From calling for friends.

His muzzle was soft.

Like silk.

As he held his head aloft.

I reached up gently.

And pulled him back to earth.

He looked into my eyes.

And they lost their surprise.

“You’re home.”

I whispered,

And he understood.

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