Jesse heard the creaking sound first A wagon was moving along the path behind his yard
Shapes flickered beyond the fence a man a girl someone little in the wagon And one smaller shape that remained after the wagon had gone
Jesse peered between the boards Looking brightly back at him from the tall wild grasses was a horse a horse the colour of a crow’s wing so shiny and black No one was in sight
Jesse coaxed the horse with clover and dandelions to the safety of his yard He built it a perfect stable beside the shed
