Impy

His gallop is brisk
But his fur is supple
He’s incredible when he stands,
But petite when he’s not.
He’s fluffy like a cloud
But heavier than a man.
My one and only, my baby.

The way he strides
The way he rides
Is not like any other.
He hears me coming
As the car engine roars
He is amazing, my baby always.

He’s not a pony
Nor a horse
He’s just between.
He’s playful he’s energetic.
He steps on your toes
But no matter what,
He’s my baby always.

We are meant to be.
Him and me.