His Movements Dance

As his rider gives the judge a glance, He tosses his mane and shifts his stance; The winner he is, without a doubt, He trots in place and then moves out; Not quite believing what I saw, I watched in silence, struck in awe; Almost as if he wants to tease; He crosses over with seaming ease, His perfect cadence and fluid prance; I sat in wonder as I watched him dance. ~Write A Backwards Poem Contest~