Haunting Horse

Ready to run,
the horse splashed away.

Eyes like a demons coat,
edge eagerly aside,
looking for the perfect patch of grass.

Her long glossy mane
flapped in the wind
with sand getting stuck in it.

Small fury feathers
felt sea-sick, as her
legs flung round and round.

Smooth saucers smartened
the tips of the taunting toes.

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