Little Pony

This field is so small
and the fence so high.
I can peer through 
at cows and cars
but no-one comes to see me
no-one comes by.

My tail and my coat need a brush
but I'll stand quiet and think.
I see much with my brown eyes
and quiet mind. I see more
than you can.
I see the space between things.
I see what the leaves mean.
What say the trees today?
I think I'll walk slow, go ask them.
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