Watching Them Run You hear the thunder, you feel it beneath your feet
As you stand so still on an ocean of swaying grass
You see, so distant, a diversity of colors coming your
Way, dust swirling behind them.
The thunder gets louder, now drumming rhythmically
Through your body,
The colors turn into bodies, coats that carry sheen
like a blade
Now you see tossing heads and tails erect, held up
Proudly like a flag, a flag of freedom
A fury of hooves carries them across the sea of
Green, you wonder if they're flying
You see eyes rimmed in white, eyes that have seen
The snow on mountaintops, so many sunsets, and
Countless stars
They come closer, they do not slow down
But there's a force that makes you still, will not let
You move, makes you hold your breath, do not blink
Or you will miss it,
As they flash past you, all at once,
A moment of hard breathing and crashing hooves,
Then you turn,
To watch them gallop away into the setting sun, as if
You were never in their way.
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