He looks so wild and free.
The Winter air burning my lungs.
I stand and wait for the perfect shot.
The Contrast is so Right.
Black on white.
The clink of the chain on the gate,
It brings me back to reality.
He sniffs and paws at the ground.
I take the picture with a sound of the shutter.
The ice cracks and breaks under our weight.
He walks over slowly, lowers his head as if to say he wants to play.
I touch his nose, gently, then push it away as an answer to his question.
He winnies and runs off.
I snap the shots, one after the other.
He bucks and rears.
I catch it all.
In his heart he's wild and free.
*I have pictures that go with this poem... would be nice if I could share those too.
