Posts tagged ‘Horses’
“What are you looking at? We’re consenting adults.”
“I was just thinking about how beautiful you are.”
“Oh, okay then,” said the horse. “Do you have any sugar cubes or Carrots?”
“I have both, actually. “Which one would you like first?”
I held out two sugar cubes in each hand. The horses nibbled at them, their velvety lips and noses tickling my palms as they they ran over my skin.
“Do you want me to snap off the greens on the ends of the carrots, or should I leave them?”
“Leave them, thank you. We like that part.”
They ate and chewed and then they ate some more. “Thank you for the food.”
“You’re welcome. What are you going to do today?”
“Probably the usual, gallop, trot, eat, roll on the ground, nap, maybe go for a swim.”
“Sounds like fun.”
“You can come with us, if you like.”
“I would love to join you, but I won’t be able to keep up.”
“I didn’t think about that,” said the horse, looking at her. “You’re right, of course.”
“So, perhaps I’ll see you some other time.”
“Maybe,” said the horse. “We stop by this place every once in awhile, because the grass is sweet.”
She blew kisses their way and the shook their heads, so that their manes floated on the air like magic. “You are beautiful,” she whispered, as they turned and thundered away.
When you’re on a horse and all you can think about is the horse and it’s footfalls and how good he smells and how beautiful and thick his mane is and how wonderfully strong his body feels and yet you know how gentle he can be. You love how his ears flick back when you whisper to him and how he loves carrots and sugar cubes and how he nuzzles your shoulder, right where it meets you neck, and how he follows you, bumping your back with his nose, even when there’s no lead and when you stumble, from the shove, you turn and tell him that you know he’s laughing at you, but he refuses to admit it. When he steals a carrot out of your back pocket that you were saving for later and you hug him and tell him he’s beautiful and everything wonderful in the whole world and that when you fly together it really is the best thing ever. He lets you kiss his nose then and you get to know a whole new meaning for the word soft.
urging them on
hearts pounding with
running for pleasure
running for joy
running because they could
no fences to hold them
because that’s what they
were born to do
until humans find them
and put them into stalls
reining them in
stealing their fire
and their hearts
Horses are so amazing. They are happy to see the people they love and they are gentle and funny, as well as loyal and strong.