With a toss of his head, and a shrilling neigh
Into the dawn he’s out and away.
Snorting nostrils steam the air,
Thundering hooves on the watcher’s ear.
Rush of the wind through his flowing mane,
He shrills excited…out on the terrain.
Then stretches wide, his magnificent stride.
Naught this morn to reign him in…
The moisture beading his rippling skin
He’s free as the breeze
That whips through the trees
With the sun just rising to paint the horizon.
Does this colt shrill a stallion’s song
As he gallops and gallops and gallops along?