The Mare by PP, edited by RL

The beautiful mare is at our window,
We are stroking the mare’s nose.
Her soft breath tickles our hands.
As the cold day goes by the moon rises as the sun goes down.
The mare returns to the woods below.
My heart dropped down when she left me standing there.
We go to the kitchen to make hot chocolate.
We go to bed with a smile on our faces for how lucky we are.
When we wake, we jump out of bed.
We race to the window,
our hearts thumping.
And there is the Mare.
We fall in love with her.