The Fever
Is it a curse or a gift, one may never know
The passion for horses that forever grows
You thirst for knowledge
To understand this great beast
It’s brain or it’s heart at the very least
This beautiful animal so graceful and kind
With a single whinny they can clear our troubled mind
They put us at peace when our world becomes dark
How did God know we would need such a spark
The smell of it’s muzzle and gleam of it’s coat
Brightens our world with each gentle stroke
This treasure so rare only the privileged understand
The Incredible bond between Horse and man
Nicole Huttar 2004
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