02-09-2024, 11:47 AM
The golden palomino softly nuzzles each individual strand of the luscious green grass that sways left with every gentle exhale and right with the inhale as she nibbles for her nightly snack. She grinds every little piece of grass to a pulp with every bite. The wind is nippy as the sun goes down, causing her golden hair to no longer lay flush against her body. A little shiver runs through her body. She's been a nomad for most of her life, not yet finding a place to call home. It worries her, not having anyone to call a friend, or even have a place to lay at night that she can call hers. Her own mortality periodically sneaks into her thoughts, causing a tear to sneak out of her eye and fall hopelessly against the dry soil.
Her head raises to the black, desolate sky only that's being illuminated by the few twinkles and nickers softly, helplessly hoping, yearning for someone above to hear her pleas. Every night she's done this, but nothing has changed. Maybe.. just maybe tonight will be different. Her body shivers again. The mare lowers her head and slowly starts to walk to her resting spot, a small clearing of trees, but still protected enough for her to be able to get away if any predators decide to appear. She likes this spot, being able to still see the sky and the stars, but feeling the hug of the trees around her. She lowers her head, takes a deep breath and closes her eyes as she hears the wind howl around her. The howl of the wind melodiously match the wolves in the distance. This is her lullaby. What she falls asleep to every night.
A voice in her head whispers softly...
Change comes from within...
Her head raises to the black, desolate sky only that's being illuminated by the few twinkles and nickers softly, helplessly hoping, yearning for someone above to hear her pleas. Every night she's done this, but nothing has changed. Maybe.. just maybe tonight will be different. Her body shivers again. The mare lowers her head and slowly starts to walk to her resting spot, a small clearing of trees, but still protected enough for her to be able to get away if any predators decide to appear. She likes this spot, being able to still see the sky and the stars, but feeling the hug of the trees around her. She lowers her head, takes a deep breath and closes her eyes as she hears the wind howl around her. The howl of the wind melodiously match the wolves in the distance. This is her lullaby. What she falls asleep to every night.
A voice in her head whispers softly...
Change comes from within...