Naked Horses

Naked horses On the prairie, there are many horses, healthy stallions galloping about impressing the coy mares. Under a tree, there are not many trees on the grassland a few ragged horses with unkempt manes and swaybacked look as if they have been eating weed and not green grass. As things are in life, they are ignored. But they have something in common with healthy horses looking nude; horses need shorts. Near the cash machine, a broken man sat he was pale and thin begging for coins; he was blithely ignored and called names, you see, he was not a lost dog. I too needed to draw cash; I had seen his eyes too late for me to ignore him; gave a note of 5 euros it was not for me to ask what he intended to do. The man thanked me but luckily didn't lick my face.