Shall I share my inner life with you?
Would you like to know the inner life of a horse?
Would you like to be a horse whisperer?
Well, sometimes I leave the other horses
And go to a corner of the paddock by myself.
And I whisper to myself,
“I am here, I am here”, quite a number of times.
It makes me feel better
And I start to have nice thoughts.
But sometimes I become afraid the other horses will attack me.
I become so afraid, I think the only thing I can do
Is attack the other horses.
So I pick the biggest one and bite him
And then he kicks me back
Showing he was going to attack me anyway.
But sometimes I am whispering in the corner
And Belle walks by.
She leans over the fence
And puts her warm muzzle to my ear
And whispers, “I am here too”.
I look into her eyes and nuzzle her hand.
I half kneel, and Belle climbs onto my back.
And we gallop round the paddock,
Much to the surprise of the other horses.
“I wonder what she whispers to him”, they say.
“I wonder what he whispers to himself”, says the quite one.
“Ah”, says the foal, “She is the horse whisperer”.
Victor.
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Submission Name: The Horse Whisperer
