There’s a man in that animal’s face –
or perhaps
it’s a devil of some kind,
given the horns.
Or maybe a creature from another world.
Or a fictional character –
perhaps it’s Beauty’s beast who is lost
and needs to return home.
Or maybe,
there really is a man in there,
trapped in that animal,
all burly and rough and gorgeous and graceful.
So much power
and not enough legs to slow things down.
But somehow,
he does stop himself,
both the animal and the man,
and glides like a Thoroughbred who just won the Triple Crown.
That blue shimmer makes him seem
like a super hero –
strong and dashing and ready to save damsels.
But if those azul eyes could talk,
they would probably ask for water instead.
He must be thirsty by now.
Pen in Motion 