Untamed horses in their glory,
such a beauty we do behold;
wild and free until captured,
some young and some are old.

Horses

I watch from my window each evening at dusk
As the herons fly home to their roost
They come one by one - or sometimes in flocks
O'er

I long to run wild and free to chase rainbows,
to be infused with all life's goodness,
to have blessings chase me and

I know what you see when you see me,

A creature to keep in captivity

So, you wish to abduct me,

And hold me hostage indefinitely

Encounter

Light and dark at play
across the dappled water
I hear the frost break
underfoot, like glass

Horned and hooved,