Charlie

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

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