My Horse

Neigh, neigh with its stomping hooves pressing into the dusty old floor.

Whenever I touch her. Her soft silky strokes make me happier than ever.

I see black and brown and white colours on it.
As soon as I saw her I instantly knew that I had fallen in love.

Whenever I go behind her. Her brown knotty tail pushes the soft, smoothing wind into my face.

And whenever she trots I hear a pitta patter sound.

Her tail’s the colour of old, dirty mucky muddy, and her ears twitch all the time.
If she had ever got lost I would feel as sad as a broken heart. I knew that she was meant to be mine and forever. And she’s as special as gold to me.