White snow is falling.

The white doves are singing.

The children are playing.

The dog is watching.

With all of these things that are happening,

The horse is only staring

From his lonely pasture.

No friends,

No grass,

No children squealing and playing beside him.

Just staring.

Only staring.

But the cat is daring.

He climbs the fence to the horse's scowling face.

The cat jumps happliy

Upon the staring horse's back

And gives him warmth.

A friend.

Majestically he stands grey
Against the shimmering snow
Wind crashing through
A long tail and mane

His nostrils flare
His deep eyes wild
Arched body laden
Upon legs of iron

Rousing storm
Pours down
The heavy snow
But gallops alone
Ironhooves Son of
Thunderhooves