A pegasus

Imagine a steed

Noble face, strong legs, white mane.

With wings - it's magic

Aquarius born,

Birthed in the year of the horse.

My spirit creature

Head up in the clouds

Mind overflowing with dreams

A loyal ally

Flighty then steady

Scared and fierce, gentle and strong

Mercurial mind

I'm sometimes a horse

Carrying folk on my back

And munching on hay

But sometimes I'm wild

Prancing on clouds, untethered

A true pegasus