Feral mare, born to run; over grassy steppes and wide-open plains.
The ancestral knowledge of mans’ hand bred out of recent memory.
The power of the herd, full of hot blood and static electricity, pumps
a thunderous beat, resounding down to the belly of the earth,
up to the heart of the sky. With the tilt of an ear, she leads her tribe
into to the west, tracking stars to Orion’s belt, where the instinct to leap
deep into the void, gives wings to the noblest of beasts.