I enjoy the power and strength in my animal body. Such a feeling of life and with a open door sense, I want to run and play with the other. As we gamble about I have odd sense about her and yet as my thoughts suggest approach and mount, my animal mind says not right!
Each day is a new world feeling, I awake to the man's soft talking. Standing I see my friend, we wait calmly as food and water are placed in buckets. It feels normal as my face is put into the bucket and rubbery lips gather grain to flat teeth. Sometimes I think my eating reminds me of my dog, and his saliva pouring out from around his lips.
I too now experiance such as I anticipate eating the thick sliva drips from our mouths'in long strings.
As I drink and empty the full bucket it gives me a full feeling. Then I walk my front feet forward and stretch. Each movement begets another sense and need. I feel an unraveling below and bending my huge neck and head down and back I can just see a massive black hose. The part hangs, yet is stiff and pokes out like a flag pole upsidedown. I feel and see a flood of yellow green liquid shoot out and steaming on the barn floor.
I hear, and turn to see my stablemate now doing the same as I. The smell of my urine is different and it gives me warm home sense. Thoughts of human rationalizations and horse intstincts run together and fill my mind. At times my beastly life is at peace and then turns into a fearful dred.
Each of us are walked out to the barnyard and a sensual smelling harness is placed over us both. I can't again explain the sense of smell and how welcoming a feeling flood through me. Even when I can remember yesterday, the harness offers a feeling of security.
We stand, my mind is not thinking and time is without meaning. Stand and flick tail, wriggle skin for and itch, flex a leg, "Ahh such peace I have many feelings but none so enjoyable as to stand mindless."
The man comes, nature moves me and the human thoughts vanish till my next standing. I remember each day bits and pieces' of another, but as the regiment of each new day put its short memories ointo my mind the far human thoughts fade.
I long for satisfaction in each day, and whether it comes I do not know and lay down in my stall to rest.