My Master's Tale Poem by Nicole Anne Sia

The moonlight wavered as the clouds drift by
Sprinkled our heads with sheer white snow.
My neigh faltered as I uttered a cry
Seeing things dim, nothing aglow.

My master seemed to have felt my pretense
But he patted my neck instead.
'Are we now stopping by a shaft? ' I sensed
'Why don't we simply move ahead? '

Our camaraderie seemed to jolt him
Awakened him from his daydream.
He reacted urgently to my whim
Altering previously-planned schemes.

We hurdled past twigs and branches
My hooves left irregular trails.
We hurried as time fixed the lost chance
To make it up to my master's tale.