Some search the barns.
Some search the bloodlines.

But the mark does not sit in titles or lineage.
It rests where stories are written -
in the remarks of the horse,
where training is often tracked.

You will know it when you see it.
There is a poem.
And there is a crow.

One stands as a mare.
One stands as a gelding.
Neither wears a stallion’s crown.

The hunt is not an easy one -
there are many hooves to follow.

But fear not.
All who enter the lists will receive
a small token for their watchful time. 🐦‍⬛