Stone Horse

Stone Horse. A cold night and it had been snowing, a rarity where I live, amongst the olive cope a stone that looks like a horse´s head, it still had snow on its head and neck, though snow on ground had thawed the grass was shimmering green. I brushed off snow and patted its slender neck This act of concern brought astonishment, the horse sprung to life, a grey beautiful mare, it began grazing on moist pasture which, it had been unable to eat for five hundred years, quite ignoring me who had brought it to life.