Post by lightning on May 18, 2012 6:07:45 GMT -5
Lightning stood with ears alert, her mahogany bay coat gleaming. The mare could see some of her herd standing down by a bubbling stream, and she let out a friendly nicker, hoping someone would come and join her.
It was a warm, sunny day, but a cool breeze blew. Lightning flicked her tail and started to graze on the dried grass that was growing between the rocks. She knew there was nothing to worry about with her herd so close, but still Lightning kept a careful eye out for danger.
She wondered whether they would be moving on soon. While this place was beautiful, there wasn’t much grass here for a hungry herd. Even so, Lightning would be sad to leave behind this meadow with its small stream and gently rolling hills. Perhaps they would come back here once the season had passed and the grass had regrown.
It was a warm, sunny day, but a cool breeze blew. Lightning flicked her tail and started to graze on the dried grass that was growing between the rocks. She knew there was nothing to worry about with her herd so close, but still Lightning kept a careful eye out for danger.
She wondered whether they would be moving on soon. While this place was beautiful, there wasn’t much grass here for a hungry herd. Even so, Lightning would be sad to leave behind this meadow with its small stream and gently rolling hills. Perhaps they would come back here once the season had passed and the grass had regrown.
