Getting soft.

Once upon a time I would have had this lovely beast in a mincer
and his hooves in a pot before you could say 'Burger of horse anyone?'.

But today, I stroked his velvety big old nose for hours, and fed him
carrots and felt his soft lips (do they have lips?) nuzzling my hand.

Managed to smuggle him into my bedroom, I hope he doesn't snore.