Some girls dream of stallions
Gleaming black as polished night
Screaming banshee songs of heat and life
To brood-mates unawakened
Some girls dream of dancing mares
Glittering snow on fire, shining white.
Lowly uttering soft promises
Of beautiful protection in her moonlit shadow.
Still others dream in color
Spots and dots, grulla and dun
Palomino pretties
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