Hay spikes the nose sensations
The horses paw at their rubber mats
The grain room filled with their temptations
Flakes tossed upon the flats
The sun peeks through the wood door
The air warm and still
Gentle beasts beg for more
They haven't seemed to get their fill
A saddle placed upon ones back
He snorts and dances in the hall
Mounted and dressed in all his tack
Unnerved by any fall
A seat upon felt
He prances, hands gripping leather
All thoughts melt
Because is just him and I together
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