He looked up as she walked

Across the wet grass

Acknowledging her presence

With a loyal gravitas


Gently nuzzling her pockets

As she haltered his head

Excitedly, anticipating

The food he’d be fed


Playfully throwing his head

Trotting next to her heel

Their pure, honest bond

The equine reveal


Without touch, with intent

They whisper their thoughts

A submissive interaction

That releases and supports


Moving together as one

They dance with the rope

Unconsciously connecting

They spiritually elope