Black Beauty

Black Beauty, my dear horse, I have for you a place of leisure where no more you’ll toil. A sugar cube I’ll give you – maybe two. You’ll paw the ground for me because I’ll spoil you like you so deserve! I’ve plenty of nice apple slices, carrots, cubes of hay and even some bananas, for my love for you is boundless. In a field you’ll play. Then if you get too hot, I’ll lead you to cool water where we’ll splash! Then down a lane I’ll ride you home, and so much more I’ll do: I’ll scratch your withers, stroke and braid your mane! Though "out to pasture," that's an awesome phase! Black Beauty, to your heart’s content, you’ll graze. Submitted for Robert James Liguori's A Notable Horse Poetry Contest