Chance

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His hooves thunder like a storm.
A storm way out at sea.
He is the Lightning cloud,
And the rain is, well, me.

Any whistling wind
Is heard between his ears.
We're finally at this moment.
One we've been working towards for years.

And with this thousand pound creature,
Together, we shall soar through the sky.
His knees squared and neck extending,
My gosh, we're up so high!

This excellency of an animal,
Is completely in my care.
You could say I take a chance,
But he's worth all the helmet hair.

~S.J. Chance

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