Chestnut Flair

My love of horses inspired me to write this poem.

A stalwart stallion stands
amidst the buttercups;
a glowing contrast

of chestnut, gold, green,
and cerulean horizon -
Quiescent.

(Looks like a still life scene in a gallery
Halvorson would paint.)

Animal senses presence and
moves to my voice and
outstretched hand,

prancing,
like some show-off,
his mane fluttering, he snorts
and nods hello.

He smells, nips, and tickles
my ears and lets me
touch his. I pamper,
flatter, whisper, and suddenly
he goes, flaunting,

with one last glance,
with sinewy grace,
with equine flair;

back to his creature spot under the sun
and stands flicking
flies
with his tail.