Four Fillies

There are four fillies in the fields just beyond our house, in the early morning, their silhouettes appear as pale smudges against the gate where they stand  heads bowed empty stares upon their long faces.  Fly lashing tails even this time of the pearly bright morning whilst the classy Palamino stands apart, aloof snorting loudly beneath her fly mask. They play a hapless follow the leader game trotting one behind the other up and over the grassy knoll only to return minutes later at a canter, manes and tails flying, stopping abruptly at the gate where they are happy to stand heads bowed and nodding most agreeably.