Living with a horse in a one-bedroom flat
up five-flight of stairs could become a nightmare
one of these days we're moving out ...

And we get on fine here - the filly and I
there's enough for us to eat -
always butter for the hay

Yet though she never nags me
nor goes neighing to the neighbours
I know how she longs for a taste of summer-grass

And when at night I'm riding her
bare back around the roof-tops
we both of us are dreaming of a boundless plain