On a burning hot day
in the shade of an oak
a chestnut mare laying down,
chewing on buttercups, clover.

Young filly,
Arabian head,
with a star on her brow.
Essence of unicorn.

Blue sky, white clouds.
red horse,
vibrant green grass
nourished by summer showers.

Her skin quivers,
shaking off flies,
but it’s me who disturbs her
not they.

She raises her head,
poised to stand and depart.
I hold my breath and her gaze.
This magical moment can’t last.