Little white horse

The little white horse was standing on a lonely meadow in late autumn. There were others horses around, but it stood by itself close to the fence as if it was waiting for somebody or something to happen.
It reminded me of the chanson Le Petit Cheval by Georges Brassens, about a little horse that was pulling the carts of the village, until one day it was stuck by lightning and died.

As usual I perceive something that is more behind the actual image than visible right away and when I work with the original photo I try make visible what it was I actually perceived, not what was visible to the eye.