Starry Night Sky, originally uploaded by MaiKoh.
GLORY be to God for dappled things—
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough;
And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise him.
Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–89). Poems. 1918.
Bridlepath 
Wow. That was the first time I ever saw a horse with colours like that. Is that a Zebra or a special kind of horse? Horses are such good creatures, trusting and likeable. It is sad that some humans do abuse them for their own ends.
Funny coincidence! I was thinking of uploading this poem to my blog soon and found it here! Great picture of that unusual colour!