Nothing cold clings to the black horse.
The black horse wears snow definitively,
defiantly.
The black horse's muscles love the black horse
and the black horse loves its muscles.
When the black horse senses danger
some of its muscles separate, loom
to look larger, and its center legs canter out.
There is so much love in the black horse.
I want to be one.
(when i first came upon these horses they appeared as one, the larger horse sheltering the smaller. this seems to happen often - such an act of love.)
