When you spook
and I land hard on the ground
when you stop short from a canter
and I fall on your neck
when you lift your head out of reach
as I trim your forelock.
Let's remember the times when
I think left
and you go that way
when I ask for a canter
and you give it
when I touch your brow
and you lower your head
when we're in the woods
and the sunlight dapples the green leaves
as you step daintily over a wooden bridge.
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