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The Colt

Submitted by: Sara

blackened hooves,
a matching mane.
through the fields,
he will reign.

over the pastures',
floors of green.
look closely.
only then, he will be seen.

a warm and quiet,
night of June.
eyes that twinkle,
under a full moon.

the young stallion will dash,
at the stroke of midnight.
rearing, bucking, running,
just out of spite.

soon the night
will be winding down.
the colt will retire,
upon the ground.

but, the sun,
will rise, yet again.
and our little black colt,
will have a new day to begin.

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