Living Gold

I watch her prance,
My little golden mare,
The sheen of her coat,
The delicate steps her ebony hooves make.
I stare in awe at this example of poetry in motion.
She is wild,
and she always will be.
I do knot know what her future entails,
But I do know one thing,
She will never be broken,
She will never be tamed,
No matter who tries.