i asked him to tell me the story of the morning

this is "taceo the noble"  i call him "che" for short.  this morning out in the pasture he was lying down and allowed me to come sit next to him.  i've never seen any of my horses do what he did. he began to nod off. his eyes became heavy and he was slowly lowering his head as someone does when they fall asleep while sitting up.  just before he nose-dived into the grass he jerked his head up in alertness like he was startled out of a "falling dream".  he was so sleepy and peaceful that he continued to nod off and slowly lower his head to the ground.  eventually he softly landed his nose in the wet spring grass.  his eyes half lit and his mouth dangling open.  he was almost drooling.  there he was, this big, almost 17 hand mustang curled into a ball with his nose planted in the grass dreaming as a dog does, his ears panning back and forth, as he gently whinnied in his horse dream.  i sat next to him so delighted that my cheeks hurt later from grinning.  i thought of him as a foal out on the nevada range where he was captured.  thought of his brothers and sisters and mother grazing near by.  how safe he must of felt then,  and then right here, sleeping, so vulnerable, so trusting, so naive, like a baby, curled up, nearly in my lap.