There is something
magical about twilight
walking out
to the pasture with my faithful pup by my side
going through the horses and being greeted by soft
wickers and softer noses
slipping a
halter onto my own horse’s head
launching
myself onto his muddy shedding back
guiding him
with the single rein as the pup dances in circles around us
trotting
circles and picking up a lope as the light dies from the sky
getting both
leads on the first try
having the
other fifty horses streaming around us like a thundering river
laughing
like a kid with hair streaming behind us
slipping the
halter off and kissing the soft nose goodnight
twirling
back to the warm glow of the house with the pup still dancing at my feet
