Equine
Watching him move like
Water with the grace of
An angel flying
Across the bare ground
His neck crests with a
Smooth refinement that
Defines his elegant
Head of sweet beauty
Hooves flicker accented
By white socks stretching
To his knees moving
Weightlessly through space
How I love to ride
This equine of mine
this was written for a sonnet competion, tell me what you think!