Danielle N. Calhoun

NIGHT WHISPER

Mane flowing free in the wind,
Hooves as silent as a whisper,
As they take this night time ride,
One small figure on horse so tall,
Hard to see her, unless she’s sitting tall,
She grips the mane and holds on tight,
As she takes this night-time ride,
She whispers words only they can hear,
As he goes faster and goes to a run,
Running through the meadows,
On this late night ride.