Precariously Placed Pony Poems Picturing Plenty of Pheelings

It was like a feeling of floating
Being too late
All around their body like a coating
It was simply fate

The nameless pony looked past the ledge
Would the fall be enough?
The ground would hit them like a sledge
They don't look very tough

Maybe they'll be on time for this
It'd be quick
Certainly couldn't miss the ground
The ledge was a good pick