Stallions are the necessary evil among the herd. A nuisance they are, showing off their grand muscling, fighting always amongst themselves. I keep count of how many times Colt and I have been made to shuffle from one band to the next. As many as three in one day.
Yet, every year biology deems I seek them, a physical matter over mind. I have had much time to consider this contradiction. It interests me that life’s greatest ambition is to reproduce itself.
But I cannot understand more complex sciences. We horses have no body of knowledge but the biology of our own herd.
ᠱᠠᠭᠤᠷᠭᠠ ᠬᠠᠭᠠᠨ is not a cruel stallion, and still always he must assert himself with irritating insistence.
There will soon come a day when her colt is too old to remain at his mother’s side. He would be chased off by ᠱᠠᠭᠤᠷᠭᠠ ᠬᠠᠭᠠᠨ. But for now, regardless of paternity, Colt’s father is the black roan.
Tsetseg takes long laps of lakewater, side-eyeing as Colt frolics a sprightly circle around the proud stallion.
Yet, every year biology deems I seek them, a physical matter over mind. I have had much time to consider this contradiction. It interests me that life’s greatest ambition is to reproduce itself.
But I cannot understand more complex sciences. We horses have no body of knowledge but the biology of our own herd.
ᠱᠠᠭᠤᠷᠭᠠ ᠬᠠᠭᠠᠨ is not a cruel stallion, and still always he must assert himself with irritating insistence.
There will soon come a day when her colt is too old to remain at his mother’s side. He would be chased off by ᠱᠠᠭᠤᠷᠭᠠ ᠬᠠᠭᠠᠨ. But for now, regardless of paternity, Colt’s father is the black roan.
Tsetseg takes long laps of lakewater, side-eyeing as Colt frolics a sprightly circle around the proud stallion.