Magical Intrigue

There is so much magical intrigue,

Excitement in the morning air,

And in my dreams at night.

In the suspense of not knowing,

All the details of what will be.

Will it be a strapping colt,

Dark and kind like his sire,

Or a delicate little filly,

Beautiful and fractious like her dam?

Perhaps a throwback to grandsire, Secretariat,

The greatest racehorse ever.

Or maybe like granddam, Jazmin,

A proud and gentle friend and companion.

But we wait with less patience than the horses,

They know how to live in each moment,

And leave the excitement and worry,

To we humans who fret away!