Dedicated to my best friend - a golden, glorious mare named Skye. Long may our wonderful friendship last.
Sunset, and a rose and golden sky,
A single kite circling on high.
A dry leaf skittering upon the breeze,
The whisper of the bluegum trees.
A soft welcome like a newborn song,
A sound yearned for all day long.
The rattle of supper in a plastic tin,
The sun slipping past the horizon.
It is time for supper, time for good-night,
She glows angel-gold in the dying light.
“Good eve, great one, my matchless mare,
Have you but ten minutes to spare?”
“Of course my friend,” her brown eyes say,
“I have ten minutes for you every day.”
Her coat is golden silk upon my hand,
Beside her, the world is our Promised Land.
The sun is sinking; twilight is come,
It is time for me to slip back home.
“Good night, Skye; I’ll see you soon,
Tomorrow perhaps – just ere noon.”
I hear a sweet sound as I turn away,
Her golden, honey-like, whispering neigh.
It says the same thing, shared twixt us two –
“Yes, my dear one. I love you too.”
(193 Words)
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