“Sinders”

It’s of Sinders I speak today,

A horse of black & white,

Intelligence beyond a horse,

Loves his mommy,

Brother to Rufus,

Son to me.

A horse of the Tennessee Walking variety,

Contrary to beliefs, not always Mom’s pride & joy,

But still, his Mommy’s boy.

Always there & happy for rides,

Fast becoming the king of his new stable,

His unwavering love for us, so unshakable.

Need I say more?

                                                          (ed)