July Story Contest

She's my Horse, of Course
By: Onaneagle
Age: 7

All rusty brown, except pitch black mane and tail,
 and white half moon marking on her head.
I  call her “Luna” for the moon.
She whinnies and nickers musically for me,
and loves being scratched on the cheek.
I feel she is flying when we canter through grassy fields.
She feels silkier than a blanket when I stroke her good night.
She's my horse, of course!