Riddle Poem

You see me for miles to comes,

Many of my friends are different types,

Were scared of the smallest things but one,

I can live in many types of places but yet it’s still one.

I may eat many things but I eat one,

But may get a unwanted treat,

That may be killed by a prick,

This may happen once a year unless I’m sick.

This seat that is uncomfortable on my back,

Ropes that steer me the way I come,

Clamps that tell me the speed,

And a leader that can guide.

This trace I walk is no mystery,

I can be famous for tourists,

And hangouts for local southern,

To me I can just run like a stallion.