He follows lightly
in his reins
across
Leitrim's sands
fetlock deep
in foam his rider
just a slip who
leads
her stallion home
the gallop
and the canter
burned out of him
brute
beast and pride
gentled
by her knees
subdued
by the mere touch
of small white
hands
he walks
head down
snorting quietly
at her heels