My Paint Filly

It was a cold misty morning
when you came into my life.
You were so little, you were so small
I saw you when I looked into your stall.

Your colors were so vibrant, so bright
I wanted to sit with you through the night.
I would sit in the straw with your head in my lap
I would stroke your mane while you took a nap.

You are so gentle even as a spirited yearling
you have responded nicely to your training.
We’ll be sure to win the ribbons of blue
when everyone looks at you.

I call you “Mystic Morning Sunshine”
because you brighten my spirits all the time.
Mystic because your special like a Unicorn,
you have all the magic, without the horn.