Just a drawing,
Yet longing for the light of day,
The freedom to dance under the light of the moon.
When all the children are asleep in their beds,
She starts to dance and prance on the page.
And stepping lightly she's free.
Merely a ghost no lighter than a feather,
The little horse is at the window,
Longing to go outside.
But what's that she hears?
Her ears flick this way and that.
Listening.
There's light at the end of the hall
The cats just gone out,
Here's her chance to see the world.
Pawing the ground,
Breath steaming up the cold night air,
Getting ready for a gallop.
All of a sudden the night is flying by,
Galloping flat out the little horse runs with the wind,
Mane and tail streaming out behind.
At last! At long last! She is free from the dusty page,
Lost in a world of new thoughts,
Oh how it feels good to taste the night.
She comes to a halt breathless and excited,
Day is dawning,
Time to go back.
Back through the cat flap,
Back through the hall,
Back to her dusty page to wait for another full moon.
