Equine Lines

Shaped by and for wind the free flowing mane timetables share in the horses of the plain Gallop trot sprint unfold climbing breezes oblivion stoney story is told sculpted in black obsidian Herds mighty now stampede on hooves brittle exposed o’er rocky ground to succeed the grasses’ tufts unimposed Crashing prairie like thunder wet glowing shape in steam gathers around from under yellow eyes black night scream reflecting the tapetum lucidum moon spreads across the fields rulers of their night kingdom the fruits of what they yield The form speed and shape lend the horse it’s prizes furiously charging escape from predators’ disguises meant to be free forever no man upon its back mysterious and clever evading animal attack strength outward haughty curving muscular weight tall thin legs almost scrawny belies it’s gentle gait. But lightning they race in full sprint together dignity and grace sans saddle or tether Free as the rain or sun their beauty intelligence shares meant to gallup and run no fences our world in theirs.