Przewalski

[_wolfling_]

 Heavy little warhorse, standing foursquare
on rocky ground, impassive
as the stone around her, head like an anvil, legs
like young trees. She
has never been a beast of burden, never known
the hand upon the rein. Shay. Buff-colored
as the sand beneath her hooves. She is
the wind that strikes your face, the storms
that break along the steppes---as

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The poems you write for horses are so sweet! I've never had much experience with them, but when I read poems like this, it feels like I do.

I think you may have added an extra "i" to your "like" in line four.