The Man and the Mare
She snorts and blows
skittering sideways
tail flagging and ears pinned
With a soft smile and quiet words
a tall lean man rests his elbows on the fence
At his words, she stills
her head drops
her body softens
She walks quietly to the fence, nickering
He leans in with a smile,
places a hand on her face
Her eyes drift contentedly closed,
and they stand together
in quiet communion