I love the country. As I am driving home from town today I see on the left side of the road, standing behind its fence on acres of land, is a Llama.
I wonder as I drive past 'what is the Llama thinking about out there by himself on all that land ' ?
Is he happy to be free and roaming, most definately.
Is he sad that he is the only Llama around, not sure?
Then I remember that yesterday I drove past this same farm and watched as a group of horses ran together in the cool breeze, their manes flying over them , their strides had me in awe with each gallop. I remembered seeing that same Llama a bit further down on their farm. I recall he stood and watched the horses in awe the same way I did. What must he have been thinking, perhaps he too thought, ' I love the country ' .