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| BRAVERY, MERCIFUL... |
It's all started like this...
I looked across the mountain, and was saddened by what I saw.This was not the scene of the barn that my family had owned before.
The sound comes sudden and sharp. Shrill. Like the call of a bird, but not.The sound was not a living sound, somehow, they know that, and it was everything. The sound was flight, freedom. The sound makes their leg moves. Before their brain even knows. They were moving. Exploding through the gate. Into space. The horses, they were once freedom. There was the sun and the grass. And fresh hay and clean water every day. There was the stall, warm and dry. Walls, yes, but not a prison. What about now? Metal gates all along and they were only allowed to go for a run two weeks once.
The black horse looks dead. When i got closer to it, that was what i saw. Lying still in a corner of the gate, lonely. A pile of bones and skin. A heap of nothing. Maybe it died overnight and hasn't been notice yet by the others. I glanced back to the place where there are once a beautiful barn. I watched the space right above the horse's chest. To see if it will rise again. Tears started to fill my eyes. Past memories started to appear in my mind.
There were good memories. Morning downs grey, and ominous, the sky pregnant with indigo clouds. As I rise from my bed, the sound of hisses by the horses is clearly heard. I had spent all my childhood life with these horses. They are lovely and brave. Beautiful and merciful. Through their eyes, their pure hearts can be clearly seen. Everyday, I will take a bucket of warm barn mash to them, hooks it on the wood and switches buckets again, full for empty, empty for full.
"On the count of One... Two... Three...!" The back of the trailer clatters open, forming a ramp bridge from inside to out. At first, there's nothing, only silence. But then, there's a thrumming sound, deep and steady. Like the beating of a drum. The horses galoops out joyfully like they have been free from the prison.
Here, my childhood memories were all buried in here. This place, was the most beautiful place I've ever been. Now things had changed. I try not to turn my head and take a glance of the horses. I'm scared that I will fill a buckets of tears again...
