Less Drazing Land

Less Grazing land The mere on the knoll looked down at the grassland a prairie of succulence where she and her ancestors had lived and died for since the time long forgotten. Behind her, her foal only a few months old, larking about as foals do. At the distance she saw human Habitat growing closer, the land was perfect for building creating suburbia, road and gardens where no horse was allowed to graze and be free to gallop without hindrance of fences and cars. She could smell the city, it was foul in her nose, she nudged her foal to go uphill to the hinterland that had less grass but for now was free of humanity. She would do whatever she could to stop her foal becoming a tame horse, ridden by would be cowboys and groomed by girls of unsure sexuality