Yearnings

Poem By Suzette King

The colt wondered through
the forest
As the hot sun pressed down
upon its back
A steady rhythm thumped along
the trail
Then quieted as the colt knelt
down to take a drink of water
from a silent creek
A flock of birds dashed
into the air in a race
As the wind whistled at a
constant steady pace
The colt looked into the thick forest
Feeling the passion of heat
Feeling the embrace of warm air
hug its body
Then it took another glance
at the still creek
Before it galloped off into the
sunset

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