run, run, run
September 16, 2022
The golden, stallion stood poised one forefoot raised, head held high ears pricked listening, waiting, listening. his nose trembled but his feet held firmly on the ground. here he was king of the snowy plains, a Mopoke sounded in the distance calling a warning to all brumbies… for men were coming. another sound rang out distant and clear, a neigh. slowly the young stallion answered and the light shone on him crisp and clear. an man cried out “did you hear?”. the young stallion galloped away men on his heels dog at foot. the men didn’t have a telephone so the couldn’t call for help.
← Alma