The sun shimmers off his glistening back.
Black, majestic, and powerful he paws the ground with his front hoof.
Kept prisoner by a flimsy rickety fence he scans the grounds. He seems disinterested, aloof, and bored. Then he cocks his head and we lock eyes. A piercing stare that I couldn’t shake off. If only I could speak horse …
“Hey, why you looking at me like that?” he would say.
“Your beautiful and I just can’t take my eyes off you.” I would reply.
“Huh. You’re weird.” And then he starts walking closer. “But in a quirky strange kinda way. So what is this fascination you humans have with us horses anyway?”
And I would reply, “I don’t know. Maybe this right here and now. This moment we are sharing. We can’t speak and yet we can still communicate. I can look into your eyes and see my soul reflected in them. Maybe through you I can feel that common bond that exists between all of us who walk this earth.”
Then he snorted, tossed his head, and galloped away.