Thursday, March 31, 2016
Mustang Encounter
He stands frozen in the moment
Eyes wide and dilated, nostrils flaring
The breeze caresses his black mane
And speaks to him of human scent
I silently ask for acceptance
As I gaze back into his fear
We connect, if only for a fleeting moment in time
He breathes a sigh and turns slowly to leave
Knowing I am friend not foe
And my spirit is dancing beside him
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