Shadows fall across the path
Long and dark in the golden light
In that magic moment called "days end"
I walk along the forest's edge
Listening for the lone bird's call
A flash of white
From the corner of my eye I see
A stand of birch trees
Like a herd of snow-white horses
Frozen, alert
Heads up, black feet quiet
Hoping I don't see them
Ghost horses
Waiting for me to pass
So once again
They can paw the ground, snort
And walk into the night.
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