Alexander Averin

Sunday 10 June 2012

Ode to a Donkey

Ode to a Donkey

I first saw you in a Breton field,
recognised a familiarity.
We were adoptees, overly-laden,
our mothers were both beasts of burden too.

Like my dog and me we did not need to speak.
Scarred, haunted somewhat, sad-eyed and stubborn,
our pasts were a fable of sorts, a legend
but you wore a holy cross for all to see.

Your back carried my children but you would
not be overloaded.  Long-lived and much
longer-loved, you were the bravest and the
best of beasts, a dear and darling donkey.

Cait O’Connor

1 comment:

Pamela Terry and Edward said...

Aren't they the sweetest animals ever? I love their ears especially.

Thinking of you with all the rain in Wales. Hope you're snug and dry!