Smitten

Snorting to warn the lions he forges ahead
Sun flashing his coat from brown to coppery red.
Wilderness adventures light his eyes aglow
My eager friend, my courageous explorer, my Hero.

Loving the forest, sometimes spooky yet brave
He always chooses the trail, not the way home paved.
His soft back pillows me as we explore new sights
Pushing through brush, branches and fear, his courage ignites.

Once safely returned his endearing nickers begin
Demanding treats, a neck hug, and scratches for his skin.
For massages and whispered secrets he’ll move not a bit
We are bonded, friends, both human and horse smitten.

Must I release him, let him go so soon,
Our partnership scarcely having time to bloom?
My heart weeps loudly but my mind knows yes
And my soul sees that for a time, I was indeed blessed.

Jane 11/14/02