Such a tiny pony.
Black as coal,
Shimmering and glossy,
His coat beckons my fingers to caress it.
Thick and warm.
He nuzzles my hand with his velvet nose.
On his back a tiny rug and saddle,
And proudly sitting tall,
Feet in stirrups,
Reins held confidently,
A small blonde boy.
They turn and take their leave,
And 'bob, bob, bobbing',
Trot away.
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