Entry for poetry contest, 'tis about my Narakari.
Carra canters in pastures green,
Chasing a rabbit she has seen,
From the corner of her eye.
It lollops, fast, far away,
Returning to the mysterious land of the fey,
Going home.
Solo floats over the moor,
Watching the buzzard soar,
Back to her nest.
He tosses his head and looks to the sky,
Dreaming dreams that he can fly,
Like a bird.
Cleo trots through the trees,
Her ears brushing the leaves,
Beginning to form.
She raises her head, sniffing the air,
Dreaming of summer days that are fair,
Days ahead.
Kinjara canters to the lake,
Where the water shines opaque,
And snorts.
The water looks inviting,
And in her is igniting,
A fire.
Allegro raises her head from the grass,
With which her colour does contrast,
Rich Buckskin.
She looks around the clearing,
She gets up, and starts rearing,
High in the air.