My Big Man, Part-1

This is a narrative from the perspective of the horse in the poem, 'Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening' by Robert Frost. It elucidates the horse's thoughts on what its master might be doing and what it feels in retrospect. To check out the poem, here is a link: 

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42891/stopping-by-woods-on-a-snowy-evening

Big Man is perhaps the most peculiar master I have encountered in my three long years of service. He takes me out into a cold, dark forest. It’s swarming in oblivion. We trudge on. He makes me stop in the middle of nowhere. He climbs down and stares. He stares and stares and stares at God knows what. I remain silent, for the only thing I see is the smiling in his eyes. He takes it all in- all of the darkness, all of the emptiness, all of the coldness. 

And it is still dark and empty and cold, but not in the glint of his eyes, no. When he glances back at me, I see myself, big, brown and glowing, in his eyes. For a moment, it feels as if he’s taken me in- taken all of me and turned even that into something beautiful. Big Man is kind and hopeful and tired. So very tired. But he still sees the almost imperceptible beauty in the ugly, writhing trenches of nothingness. He loves these woods. And I can no longer question him.