For The Love Of A Wild Pony

I sit each day upon the meadow green
Watching for him, hidden hoping not to be seen
Touching the Earth, my energies I bury
Knowing when he comes, he'll be cautious and weary

Appearing like a phantom, from the rising mist
Motionless I watch, as he decides to take the risk
He scents the air about him, and sends a mighty call
Summoning the others, Wild Ponies all

From my secret perch, I watch the mystery unfold
Of how he greets and gentles them, to keep them in his hold
Standing muzzle to muzzle breathing anail breathe
Soon each surrenders, to his whispered caress

Wondering, I ponder should I dare aspire
To approach him in such a way, just evoke his ire
Would he see this effort as a dangerous attempt
And from that point, hold me forever in contempt

This King has been a master, of his freedom kept
For in his evasive trek, there's none more adept
He'll pay the price of sovereignty, with his very flesh
As he views the reins and stable as enduring death

Yet in spite of this, I extend him a hand
Hoping that he'll realize his need I understand
So in a whispered voice coax him not to flee
For I only seek to touch something beautiful and free

And for but a moment, he yields to one embrace
To stroke his coat of velvet, while standing face to face
Then he's on his way again, but our kinship was sanguine
Knowing a friend now stands, upon his meadow green