Unkempt, tethered and grazing with a companion on common land (the few bits left to us poor peasants after all the landgrab Enclosure Acts of the early 19th century). Probably one of the Traveller’s community and keen to investigate the walker coming down the public right of way!
The rich man’s joy encrease, the poor’s decay,
‘Tis yours to judge, how wide the limits stand
Between a splendid and a happy land.
~ Goldsmith
A piebald pony and perfect fit for Monochrome Monday
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