THE BLACK
Blacker than the night around him
A shadow moving among the mares
Rhythmic hoof beats without a cause
That tell you he is vigilant.
The moon slips out for but a moment
As if to show him up
But the eye still can’t catch him
And he slips away again.
By day, he's but my pony
Playful, bouncy fun,
By night he’s of a different mien
Motion without vision
Mystery and strangeness.
I’m sure he sees no difference
In his day to day existence
But my mind builds his romance
The Vision instead of mere horse.
