Wild horses project.

As I stand gazing at the sky in an open meadow listening to the thundering of my herd's hooves echoing in the distance, breaking the sun set's peacefulness, I know I can't imagine a better life for me. When I run its like the whole world is with me, the freedom that I know I have is put into action.
I love running and racing against the wind, feeling the blood pulsing through my veins and my hooves pounding the still ground pushing it out behind me, creating more and more speed. Hearing the gentle wind whistle past my all-hearing ears. Seeing the colourful landscape rush past me in a blur. The smell of sweet grass fills my lungs and my tail billowing out behind me like a wind-taken scarf. My mane rips through it in a knotted mass of ripples.
Today we have been wandering slowly through the rocky mountains and open meadows of British Columbia. Aliens to a foreign place, we search for a place to settle for the expectantly cool night; sniffing out the peculiar things we have never encountered before.
Its been hard for me and my family lately. Forced to leave our homeland in Nevada from a wildfire set by the hands of man in their attempts to get rid of us. Why do they not like us? What have we ever done wrong? All we ask for is a little water to keep us going, that is not to much ... is it?
I ponder this all the time. The only thing that drives these haunting thoughts from my mind is the wind in my face... Not today though. Its been different. Coming into the mountains, after hard and laborious travel,we come across predators we did not expect; that we did not give a second thought to.
The trees tear at our thin fur as we struggle up the steep, rocky paths. The sharp little pebbles grind into our hooves, and the exertion of the past few weeks is catching up on us. Then nervous nickers sound from up farther. I can feel the other horses' fear rolling off them in waves as i trudge along behind, and I start getting uneasy as well; their fear, my fear.
I hear a stick crack silently, and apparently so did everyone else. As one, the panic sets in and we all start at a full blown gallop. Winding our way through the thick forests, and finally coming out at an open space. That's when I felt something pursuing me... fast. Knowing that I need to protect my family at all costs I veer off to the right as they race straight ahead. Still pursuing me, I can see the mountain lion in my peripheral vision, getting ready to spring. I push myself harder, willing my aching legs on, and my lungs to breathe the thin air.
Suddenly the enormous cat bunches into a giant ball of rough fur and springs with power and agility accentuating every part of it. Everything seems to be going in slow motion now; the fierce animal suspended in mid-air, claws ready to grasp onto me, but apparently the huge feline forgot the dangers of hooves. With almighty force I strike out to kill; to protect. Accompanying a roar of terror and rage the mighty beast thuds to the earth at my feet. No longer a threat to me and my family.
After I finish letting my mind race through the adventures of earlier today I come back to the present. Apparently while I was reminiscing the sun went to bed. The sky a dull navy blue running down into a deep purple right behind the majestic mountains, that tower over everything, and the little white points shining through a blanket of darkness lighting up the world with its companion, the moon. All is peaceful. The crickets chirp their midnight lullaby. My herd drifts off to sleep. The gentle breeze whistling through the grass and dancing through the trees. What better life is out there? Nothing can beat the feeling of belonging and freedom that night brings. Absolutely nothing.
The End