steal a horse

At the break of dawn I approached the meadow where the horses where grazing quietly.
The pasture was covered in a bright silvery dew. Not very far I could hear them and discern their silhouettes under the moonlight.
I kept very still, trying not to raise their attention.
I jumped over the fence and rushed swiftly towards them, ducking so that they couldn’t see me.
I saw one of them, black as tar, sway it’s head, it’s eyes glistening in the dark like two fiery diamonds.
I made a run for it and in a second I could feel its breath brush my cheek. I grabbed it’s mane and mounted it gently. It was somewhat frightened at first and tried to shake me off it’s back but I persisted and guided it carefully into a steady gallop towards the gate of the enclosure and with one magnificent jump we were outside, running free towards the sun rising in the distance.