A mountain morning

As the dew of the morning melts into the grass, the sun clears the peaks of the mountain, into the darkness, the night things and creatures of hunger run to hide from the day. As the sun slowly lights the hidden valleys of the foothills, a herd of wild horses, led by an old stallion, creep out to water a steaming creek, just below a short falls, With the soft gurgling of horses drinking, and the crackles of the creek, you slowly creep toward the edge of the valley, So ofetn have you heard the footfalls of the majestic wild stallion, but seeing it with your own eye's is breathtaking. The young colts, being lst to drink, frolic in the near meadow as the older horses start to graze in a protective semi-circle, No noise, no scent, but somehow, the stallion knows you are there, his ears park toward you, and with a quick whinnie, the herd is gone, Was it ever really there?