Glow
someone told me there's a girl out there
with love in her eyes and flowers in her hair
She's alone but the world doesn't scare her. She's been used to the vagabond life now for nearly all of her life (a little more than a year to be exact) and so when the wolves howl at night, well, Glow is howling along with them. The summer sun bleaches out her pale yellow mane and tail. The large blue eyes are wide and hungry as she drinks the field in. A few horses here and there murmur and mostly ignore the yearling but they can go kick rocks for all she is concerned. The world was wide and beautiful and dang interesting to just let pass by!
The girl is young but she walks solidly as possible upon spindly legs. The short stub of her tail was beginning to grow lush and full as the lemon of her hair strung like waves down the length of her thin girlish neck. Glow cannot hide the excitement that bubbles just beneath, she nearly vibrates as she moves with steps a little too high, perhaps a little too excited but she doesn't care who watches.
The girl finds a cushy little place to stop, her small chest heaving with gulps of air, her heart drumming against her ribs as she smiles at anyone who will acknowledge her (she sticks her tongue out at anyone who doesn't smile back once they walk passed her). "Beqanna! Gosh!" Glow exclaims in between breaths. The sun felt good on her back and everything was near perfect except for the biting flies that like to sneak under her thin belly. They were not awesome. So Glow stands in a pool of warm sunlight, nipping at some grass, enjoying the very life she was given.