Thunder

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.

-SThe Night

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