She stood tall, elusive, proud
I almost felt ashamed to trap her,
hooking the brow band over her ears,
her mouth, bidding, she bit.
Clasped the straps across her cheeks,
she was willing, quiet.
I ran my hand along her neck,
gracefully, she bowed her head
for her head piece, crown.
Her withers twitched, routine,
ready for her panel
waiting for her seat.
I fumbled with the leather,
she waited patiently.
I secured her stirrup
let her reach comfort.
Her ears cocked forward
her tail flipped,
she knew I was almost done.
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