A Better World

The horse’s head
parts pink fence-rail clouds.
Searching lips lower
to the grass-like green.
Nibble, nibble, nibble
on nothing.
Half-lidded eyes
study our world
and assess
fear,
sadness,
wisdom,
hope.
She makes a soft sound
between a laugh and a nicker,
blinks,
snorts,
shakes her head.
Pulls back.
Smart enough
to remain
in her world.