Racehorses

Those perfect rows,
Each stable filled with hope,
The idea that this one,
Or that one,
Might be a winner,
Fueled by enthusiasm,
Powered with love,
The jockeys,
The grooms,
Each form such a close bond,
With these incredible animals,
So strong and gentle,
Tough yet sweet,
They try their hearts out,
Hooves pounding,
Shoes flashing in the sun,
Legs like pistons,
Such a well oiled machine,
Beautiful yet dangerous,
Mesmerising and awe inspiring,
Racehorses glistening in their sun filled stables.