Mustangs 3

 

Their wet coats gleam

As they stand knee deep in water

Their tails swish back and fourth

While they drink one stands alone

Watching for an enemy

A mighty black stallion cuts through the herd

As a young bay stallion approaches

Teeth clack, hooves clatter, and necks arc

Bodies slam together

They crash to the dusty ground

Gashes are left on sleek hides

Hooves thunder as they challenger runs off

The black stallion gives a triumphant neigh.

Reviews

[Your Tasty Field Adviso..]

all three of your mustang poems are absolutely wonderful. when i reade each of them i feel more and more a sence of freedom with each word. i always thought of a horse as a symbole of freedom more than anything. great work

[waywithwords]

A very good eye for detail and well interesting. I enjoyed your choice of words too. Annexxx