Her mane is wild like a lion and the colour of a raven,
Her eyes are intelligent and sparkle like glitter,
Her nose is soft like silk and slightly pink,
Her ears are inquisitive and always pricked forwards,
Her wicker is gentle and interested not like any other pony’s,
Her coat is fuzzy like a brand new teddy bear,
Her canter is Smith and fluid like waves in the sea,
Her gallop is fast, faster than a cheetah,
Her jump is magical like your in a dream,
Her shadow is intricate always lying on the ground,
Her promises are genuine like her very existence.
By Eleanor
