Bo-Bo
Your soft brown coat,Shimmers in the night.
Your eyes they twinkle,
In the bright starlight.
Something spooks you,
And off you go with a buck,
Your gallop quick as lightning.
Once that saddle is strapped on.
You're a dancer,
Never missing a step.
I brush you every day,
Hair would fly,
Sweat would drip,
My nose to your back,
That unique mix,
Of leather, sweat, and manure,
Your lips' quiver,
Encouraged by my touch.
Your gallop,
So wild and free,
Your mane and tail flowing,
So grecefully in your gate.
Your limp was the warning,
That led to your demise.
That last trailride,
You cocked your head,
To listen to my kiss,
And the wind in the trees.
You made me smile.
You used to carry my weight around,
And now you're as weightless as the sun.
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