The young horse was walked to the field

Where four horses already stood,

Three in a group

Grazing

And one watching the road.

Or me.

.

The halter on the youth was removed,

A leg kicked out into the new freedom…

And a short gambol followed.

The three grazers

Raised their heads briefly in hello,

And the watcher watched.

.

Soon all of them were standing together,

Heads down into the bright green goodness of this world.