Happiness on four legs

Neigh, he calls out to me rushing to the gate,
I wonder if he says I love you, or
do you have food?
His raven mane chewed and long, making him look wild.
His three white socks become stained with green accents;
chestnut body peeks out from underneath his winter jammies.
In my heart and mind he will stay
no longer mine
are words of pain,
with someone else he will live,
to someone else his gift he'll give.
He willingly changed my life,
in ways I could never repay him.
But I hope that my hugs and kisses,
and unconditional love helped.

His muscles ripple under his warming skin;
ebony eyes, wondering eyes, fluttering eyelashes,
soften the loving face, even more.
NEEEEIIIIIGGGGGHHHHH………
he calls out to me rushing to the gate.
I wonder if he says I love you.