I don’t care if you listen to me, said one horse to the other. It was all said with the ears as darkness crept on. The silence listens to me. It was all said with the eyes as darkness crept on. They lived at the end of the world. It was green and moist and blue and cool there. The humans were poor and rarely came anymore. They couldn’t bear to look at what they could not own. I don’t care, said the horse and looked at how inviting the dim meadow of wildflowers, sloping down there into absolute darkness. Just past the fence. It was all said with the tail slowly separating time from space. As darkness crept on.