Flying and Believing

The wind in her hair and warm breezes blowing, she looks at me with bright eyes. Her mane so soft, and tail streaming behind her. Her friends in the pasture miss her with care. Country music ringing in her ears, with the guitar strumming and playing with complete concentration. Her eyes fixed on me like nobody's here. The smell of her hair is of sweet sweet hay. And her songs of nickering and dances of prancing. Her tack so shiny, and sweat glistening. She always trusts me and nobody else. I can't believe she is gone. It feels like just yesterday she was born and entered the world on four spindly legs. And know she will never come back. But she stays in my heart and me in hers. She is gone. Believing a wonderful and glorious partner and even more excellent creature is gone is the hardest thing anybody could go through. She is always under me flying.