“Racer”
The smell of sweat
On the racetrack
The fragrance of oat
In the stall
The distant nicker
of jittery colts
the echo of
their call
every horse
knew it’s importance
this race determined their fame
they knew it could make them or break them
They knew it could earn them a name
One stallion stood in the distance
Inhaling the scent of cut grass
His heart pounded with fiery excitement
It would be his day at last
He’d black, black mane
On his nape
His dark figure
was slender and trim
and he gave a loud neigh
‘cause he knew right away
that the race
belonged to him
adrenaline pumped
through his body
his hoof stomped
and he tossed his head
he surveyed the horses
that would lose to him
some gray, some chestnut, some red
he knew that the horses
were incredibly quick
their muscles were toned
and their bodies were slick
but the race belonged to him
the race belonged to him
he cringed as the jockey
climbed onto his back
and led him to the gate
he had to run
and he had to run free
and the jockey
was his hate
his ears perked
at the sound of the gunshot
the doors swung open
and cleared the way
he leapt to the track
the man on his back
but today, he knew
was his day
the thunder of hoofs
on the path
the speed
of their merciless wrath
the flick of their tails
like black, waving sails
the earth was theirs to scathe
he knew that the horses
were incredibly quick
their muscles were toned
and their bodies were slick
but the race belonged to him
the race belonged to him
Then
What was this?
A tug on the reign
The jockey had pulled him
To the innermost lane
A fury engulfed him
Wild and hot
He was running
The jockey was not
Without himself in control
His chances were grim
His rider didn’t grasp
The race was for him
He snorted and spit
And fought at the bit
And willed his long legs to defy
The jockey just didn’t know
But he was forced to let go
And the stallion let himself fly
And so it was said
That he pulled up ahead
Victory one furlong away
The stallion had won
The race over and done
On that spectacular day
The crowd screamed in delight
But he stared in disgust
he’d put up a good fight
But the crowd had no trust
Hadn’t they always known?
he knew that the horses
were incredibly quick
their muscles were toned
and their bodies were slick
but the race belonged to him
the race belonged to him
(c) AngylTygre 1999
