Dream Herd

I dream of horses, Wild and Free. I feel the herd that surrounds me. Like thunder are there hoof beats, Like lightning are there eyes, the storm never dies. A gunshot sounds, a rustler makes his rounds. Being caught, the stallion fights for all his life. His fear cuts through him like a barbed knife. He breaks from the rope, again free to run, once again, his Herd is one.