Sad sack horse,
head hanging down
in the sweltering noon.

Locked all day in the paddock,
he stands alone amid
a breathtaking cloud
of busy flies.

Hearing my step,
he looks up with
a light in his eyes,
and for an instant
as he trots toward me,
with so much flying going on around him,
I see
Pegasus
one step before he leaps into the air.