Can they see her

as she trots gently

along the quiet residential road,

the dapple grey mare?

Can they see her

as she strides out

past queuing commuter traffic,

the Anglo-Arab beauty?

Can they see her

as she trots briskly

through the busy park,

coat frosted as the ground?

Can they see her

as she runs by the river

dodging dogs and walkers,

head tossing playfully?

Can they see her

as she clatters

through suburban streets,

picking up her hooves?