The mighty stallion halted
the gentle pull on his reigns
stopped him on the crossroads of the trail
She slipped from the leather saddle
landing soundless upon the powdery snow
still she held his reigns within a loose grip
He turned his massive head
at the sound of her lyrical voice
whispering softly into his right ear
She stroked his muzzle lovingly
pressing her lips against
the bristly fur surrounding his pinna
Asking which way they should go
without lifting her head to look around
she waited for the bob of his head to proceed
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
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