Habitat for Horses
He stood alone in the pasture, looking at the distant shapes of horses as they moved ever so slowly through the darkness, heads down, grazing one last time before they settled in to sleep. Quietly he walked towards them; few raised their heads, most ignored his footsteps. He had been here many times before at this hour. He was the one that walked like a ghost amongst them; touching, talking softly, standing silently in their midst.