Moonlight
Horse hooves thudded on the ground hard,
It galloped over wood; Burned and charred.
There had been a forest fire earlier that day,
Any living soul could no longer stay.
The stallion cantered over the hot floor,
And over the purple and grass-green moor.
And when he reached the top of the hill,
He stopped and waited; Standing still.
After an hour of standing like this,
A girl ran up to him and gave him a kiss.
He snorted happily and reared up high,
Then sprouting black wings, he flew up in the sky.
-Megan
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