Thinking

why does he keep his thoughts from me? What's he trying to hide? Is he thinking about the neighbor's grass? How it's always greener on the other side? He just listens, and stares, but he won't tell me why. I sit and watch him for hours, eventually, he'll just sigh. He'll turn around slowly, swish his tail like a mop. He'll pause, as if eager to speak... but continues on, without another stop. So now I'm left here to wonder what he's thinking, full of confusion and doubt. But I bet if horses could talk, he'd ask me what I was thinking about.