My Girl

The wind in my mane

The pound of my hooves

The smell of hay in my flaring nostrils

Oh, how I love galloping through fields 

The sun warm on my strong back

I race rabbits and pester crickets

All of this is wonderful

Yes

But nothing can begin to compare to when I hear her voice

Calling my name

See her waiting for me

The girl with golden hair and precious green eyes

The girl who loves me so

The girl who then scratches me on my face

And sings a love song softly in my ear until

I drift off into a happy sleep

Dreaming of 

My girl

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This poem is dedicated to my dearest best friend, who recently lost someone close to her heart. 

I love you! Stay strong <3