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The Hunt
Hooves battering an allegro cadence
We charge up the steep hill
His body full of lightning
stretching and contracting
wave after wave...
until the crest.
We slow. The rocky outcrop...
Turn, gather and charge a line of jumps
Ta ta tam, ta ta tam and we are ariborne
his body and mine, as he leaps
our bodies arched and streched in flight,
my legs hug his body,
hands touching the sides of his neck,
reins lightly suspended.
He lands. Ta ta tam,
he leaps.
Our moment in flight
as we are suspended
again & again & again.
Each time a moment of life & the eternal...
in flight we listen:
The hoof beats of our pursuer -
It rides a dark horse of insubstantial vapors.
Yet its hoof beats are heard
Echoing in the darkness
In the shadows
thru deserted pathways
always discernible when there is silence and
I listen,
listen...
John Owens- former President of Nickers International
10/29/1982
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