I wish you were my treasured gift,
I would have given you a golden kit,
to embellish your silver horn,
that always adore the golden morn.
Your gait, so lovely gauge,
as if it were some arts of a sage.
I watched in awe as you trotted pass,
the window pane of my dreamy glass.
You have struck me with your magical charm,
this I know will bring no harm.
Let me ride then on your fluffy back,
while you journey on a moon-lit track
Dedicated to PD in honour of her Birthday: 7th October