When I Once Could Escape..

I walk through the sunlit forest, dew sparkling golden in the afternoon light. Raising my ivory dress as I go, I am careful not to snag the tiny pearls on its lining. A twig snaps nearby and I swiftly look up to find the most beautiful sight. The creature’s hide was the color of autumn wheat and its hair, of fresh straw. Native flora was loosely, yet, intentionally weaved throughout the animals tail and down its cascading mane. We stared at eachother for a long while. Something in its eyes allowed me to relax completely; I felt safe. With a slow blink and a nod of its ornamented brow, it continued its journey and was soon out of sight.

As I became less present and more in tuned with my thoughts I began to ask myself “Why did this creature show itself to me?” “What or who holds the trust of this animal that allows it to be adorned so?” I wish it were me.