I saw a black mustang in my back yard.
He came out of the dark forest.
This mare is like no other.
He is like a mysterious fleeting memory,.
That is black as a starless night sky.
His eyes are like the light in a dark tunnel.
He is fast as a lightning.
When I ride him I feel like I can fly,
I feel free and alive.
But when the sun comes up,
He vanishes with the night.
I call him Thunder.
Because his presence is like a thunder storm
That keeps you up all night.