Wednesday January 25 2012
SNORRRRT!
He trumpets a warning, smoke rolling out of his nose in the frozen morning like a fire breathing dragon.
He rears.
He lunges
He bites.
He mocks his rivals.
SNORRRRT!
He dares his foes.
He leaps
and bucks.
He romps.
He feints,
and he charges.
He intimidates.
He races.
He floats.
SNORRRRT!
He surveys his domain, master of the herd.
He bolts
he dances over the snow.
Perhaps, as a friend suggests, he is celebrating the Year of the Dragon!
(That is Stormy, my horse who never plays - he makes me LAUGH!)
