Nighthawk

 Nighthawk

I prance in mighty splendor here

A lion crouches down in fear.

I snort my awesome fiery rage

My name is written down on page.

Though saddled, sat on, I am king

No bridle can withhold my sting.

I rear and paw the ground in dance

My teeth are sharper than a lance.

I strike and run with slashing hoof

I need no shelter, have no roof.

My mane and tail fly like a flame

My wildness no man can tame.

I own the forest, field, and stream

The mountains echo with my scream.

My legs are fast, they are a blur

I cannot be captured, no fence, no lure.

I go so fast, I seem to fly

I skim the ground without a try.

My only supplement is grass

A human never calls me lass.

I swim through water like a fish

My legs move fast, the men do wish

That they had legs like mine.

I move not straight, without a line

I go where I ever please;

I run in the shade of the trees.

I mock the cows and tease the goat

I laugh at the horse that packs a tote.

My eyes are fire, my breath is smoke

I call the sun at the morning woke.

My muscles throb with energy

I trespass the town without a fee.

I gallop through as the wind does sigh

A mighty Friesian horse am I.

written by D.R.T (my second daughter)

Until next time...

 JenT