Coruscating black hide,
she feels the weight of our eyes.
She, the cynosure, her steps light and quick,
she switches her tail,
proud of the red ribbon braided there
to tell the whole world
she is loved.

She leaps lively to the gate,
a challenge to all the others–
Catch me
if you can.

They can’t.

She trots
excited circles.
She’s only three,
a four-footed fanfare
to life.


© 2013 Susanne Donoghue


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