At first we three thought. 'Twas the biblical cord of life. Then noticing 'twas connected to his head. How strange not to believed. I reached out to feel and the pony's eyes opened. The cord got hard the head looked around. And you know who pushed and gushed. The waters of life. First two hooved feet then the shine of his fur. But at first to my eyes only. Feather - feathers - wings. The butterflies flew up in such colors. Exploding all around us. The rest I did not see - till there he stood - All eyes in wonder. Who me - Who you.