Horse
Three million years ago.
Three toed, and foraging the swamp lands. No bigger than a house cat. Timid.
Horse found safety in numbers. Prey mammal. Happy horse.
Two million years ago.
Mother Earth began to dry, and the small herbivore found need not of so many little toes to carry itself through the wetlands. Time took a toe, for want of need tends to do this. Drier lands, less sinking times to mud.
Fast and agile kept it safe. Many predators to run from. Many leafy species to graze upon. Happy horse. Happy two toed horse.
As time does make way for progress, and need of speed increased, the little horse began to grow. The size made way for need again. Mother Earth takes good care of these things.
One Million years ago.
Happy horse walked on single toe, it had strength and weight to meet its foe.
Until a predator with mind of wise, with straight ahead, long visioned eyes.
Realized this horse could soon be caught, and traded with some food for taught.
Unlike the ones before which horse evaded, this one offered grain be traded.
Captured, trained, and kept a slave, with brute force this horse it gave.
A life in freedom it soon forgot, and many tricks it soon was taught.
I have found along my way, and continue learning to this day.
That Horse was here to make a trade, of partnership, we never made.
So next time that you kick it hard, remember the tale, from this horseman bard.
SHM
Copyright © Scott Howard Myers The Gypsy King | Year Posted 2013
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