A Poem about a kind of Horse.

Now an Akhele-Teke, 

that’s a rare breed of horse.

Unique to Turkmenistan’s

Arid geo force
Brutal baked desert environ.

Which as an artisan’s chisel

Does carve form from marble.

So generational distillation

Infruits a beguiling
equine marvel.

One that looks just as if
heaven has spent 

a fortune alone on the
Shine of the glitz
That’s to remark
Admirably on the
Beasts’ glossy coating.

These steeds are also
uncommonly hardy.

Highest endurance
of any hoofed body.

They also are speedy,
 hot blooded and quick witted.

But refined,
And nearly catlike in their 

Gracious deportment.

They excel in dressage
Their supple motion an homage,
Horse dancing is indeed 

An event in the Olympics.

And though they are domestic, 

Their temperament is nearly feral.

They bond with discretion

And aren’t that prone to herding. 

And that is the Akhele-Teke
As I would dare to endeavor
To try to described them.