Our friends half-a-mile down the road own two miniature
horses, a white stallion and coal-black mare. Although they keep them separated in different stalls, the
persistent stallion managed to finagle an intimate moment some months back, and
on Friday morning, a foal was born.
I saw him tonight – a cinnamon colored, diminutive equine
with quivering ribs and delicate hooves that look like little chunks of shiny
black coal. His face wore a white mask, and his thin wisps of mane and tail appeared
to have black roots.
He seemed fragile and vulnerable, like a one of the china
horses I collected as a child, and yet very full of the gift of life so recently
bestowed. An un-planned-for
surprise, he is the new joy of the owners, and will be the object of a
forthcoming welcome-to-the-world visit from our grandkids!
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