Filly Foal

She is the epitome of liberty, innocence and tenderness as she
dances around her magical fairyland- resplendent oak trees shielding
lawns manicured to perfection - an Elysian paradise cocooned from
reality.
With coquettish charm and squeals of delight she kicks up her heels as
she wings her way around her idyllic empire.

Her quality is clear to see, her sparkle and zeal radiating from every
nimble step.
Her soft coat velvet brown, her mane composed of delicate feathers, her
marquesite eyes convey great benevolence - this "sylph-like" belle is
an incarnation of fragility.
She whickers and in her airy daintiness, canters to her mother from
whom she has inherited her ethereal beauty.

She has enchanted all her admirers with her fairy-like grace.
Her proud mother nuzzles her close and she lays down by her side - for
she is weary from her exhibition.
She rests her soft muzzle in the dewy grass, her glittering body
relaxing in the evening sun shine.
For now she resides in a pastoral land - one of mythical fantasy. A
land which banishes the inevitable question - when will the apple be
taken from Eden's tree?