Reflection   He leads a pied stallion across a paddock where sheep dock brittle grass and bleat into summer’s smudge. Others jostle water’s brink, and rinse reflections before bounding free.   The horse steadies for drinking— patchwork perfected in the dam, until a muzzle creases water and reflection quivers.   Arriving cloud disturbs the surface. Does it foreshadow rain, or drought electric? Only the horse is certain as it drinks dapple from the dam.   Ken Stone