The mere on the knoll looked down at the grassland,
a prairie of succulence where she and her ancestors
had lived and died since time long forgotten.
Behind her, her foal only a few months old, larking
about as foals do. At the distance she saw human
Habitat growing closer, the land was perfect for building
creating suburbia, roads and gardens where no horse
was allowed to graze nor was free to gallop without
hindrances of fences and cars.
She could smell the city, it was foul in her nose, she nudged
her foal to go uphill to the hinterland that had less
grass but for now was free of humanity.
She would do whatever she could to stop her foal
becoming a tame horse, ridden by would-be cowboys
and groomed by girls of unsure sexuality.
