A horse He stands in the sun at the top of the hill afraid of nothing. The wind blowing between his legs, his tail sways in the wind. He stands seeing everything around him listening to every sound. He flinches every time a fly lands on him. I walk on the edge of the fence to look. He turns. he looks, he feels my soul, my calm, my peace of mind. He runs with grace feeling every step he takes. He comes to a halt! He stands facing me his nose at my chest. We stand, facing me his nose at my chest. I take my hand and softly place it on his snout. He flinches he does not draw back he doesn’t bolt he stands.