Friday, February 4, 2011

Wild horses

The thundering of a hundred hooves,
gathering up a storm of dust.
Wild horses loom into view-
a herd of mares following their lord.

The stallion screeches to a halt,
as though sensing danger.
The mares follow his lead,
respectful of the alpha male.

In a spectacular show of pure power, the black stallion
rears and neighs, baring his teeth.
A brilliant ripple of muscles portraying sheer strength,
yet exuding grace beyond compare.

A warning, clearly to be feared.

Turns around, throwing his head back with a snort
And in seconds, the herd
kicking up a storm of dust
-followed him into oblivion.

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