Drumbeats

I could hear their hooves

Beating like drums on

The cobblestone

And the softness of his voice

Calling out their names

One by one

Their mighty bodies were

Shaking the silver bits

That addressed their chore

And pranced like a song

Waiting to be sung

What a sight they made

With the carriage of black

Close behind

They heaved to and fro

And its wheels of spoke

Were powered

To their command

I listened again and heard

Their hooves

Clatter upon the cobblestone

Like drum beats

Demanding to be heard