Minced Fury Poem by Macy (Nina) Dvirnak

Minced Fury



Minced Fury shall be your name,
Hoofbeats like thunder,
Your stride like rain.

Black velvet is your muzzle,
Soft as down.

Your coat is dark and rich
As coffee,
Freshly ground.

When I gaze into your eyes,
They are as never ending
As the Challenger Deep.

You whinny at the sound of my voice.

I know that you'd pick me,
And I'd pick you,
If we ever had to make the choice.



Mighty and valient you be,
Wary of any uncertian danger.

Minced Fury,

Your name means
Gentled Anger.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This is my dream horse that perhaps someday I will have the privelage of possessing. One of them, that is.
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