You strike and sway
aiming at your mark
twisting, pulling, and pushing
Shooting arrows in the dark
With only forcing
And pushback at your level
Space all around you
all four hooves meddle
Irritated with my whip
most surely to slip
Into the madness of mind
You are for Him to unwind.
No way to pin me
No thumbs for you to hold on -
My essence deters a fall
you deserve all the medals
Very nice and the pic !