Through our back gate five steaming horses
wild and scary and thrilling.
Solid hoofed herbivorous beast of burden with
flowing mane and tail. Ah, you know me.
A woman gallops unbridled by a sizzling sea:
my new blue scarf takes flight.
Your filly visited today. Her hooves made nice little
half-moon indentations in our kitchen floor.
Steed, stallion, filly, foal, colt or bolter, sometimes
a nag; it depends on my mood.
Patricia Donovan
