 | A tragedy of two donkeys |
With laughter, with grain and with hay
The trucks rumble by in the morning
At them we hee-haw and bray
At us they glare at in warning,
But what can these,
these feeding girls say
to us short noises
louder than day
who smirk and belt out good morning?
We, my brother and I.
In here is all I could want,
our pen is all acres around.
Oh, luck is these donkeys' jaunts
O'er hay and grain and ground.
I plod and he plods,
He flaunts and I flaunt,
sleepers of morning
and chewing savants!
For us the life's been found,
we, my brother and I.
Our coats look like a rustle
but touch them, silk they be!
When wet they shake and shuffle,
gold self-braiding filigree
with flies as gems
caught in the tussle,
until the girls
come pluck with muscle
and comb us clean and free,
we, my brother and I.
--
Once, our kingdom we crossed
(escorted by the crowds),
We saw, while tramping the moss,
(my brother was sniffing the mounds)
dead sand,
a worm tail sauce,
a lip-smacking
temptation glossed:
the yummiest sand-cone we'd found,
we, my brother and I.
He licked and he slobbered, I too slow
at my leash to reach the meal,
Til both our servants bellowed
and pulled with strength unreal
"Yukon, no!"
"Shaggy, no!"
And before a moment
the sweetest dough
from he and me they peeled,
The trucks rumble by in the morning
At them we hee-haw and bray
At us they glare at in warning,
But what can these,
these feeding girls say
to us short noises
louder than day
who smirk and belt out good morning?
We, my brother and I.
In here is all I could want,
our pen is all acres around.
Oh, luck is these donkeys' jaunts
O'er hay and grain and ground.
I plod and he plods,
He flaunts and I flaunt,
sleepers of morning
and chewing savants!
For us the life's been found,
we, my brother and I.
Our coats look like a rustle
but touch them, silk they be!
When wet they shake and shuffle,
gold self-braiding filigree
with flies as gems
caught in the tussle,
until the girls
come pluck with muscle
and comb us clean and free,
we, my brother and I.
--
Once, our kingdom we crossed
(escorted by the crowds),
We saw, while tramping the moss,
(my brother was sniffing the mounds)
dead sand,
a worm tail sauce,
a lip-smacking
temptation glossed:
the yummiest sand-cone we'd found,
we, my brother and I.
He licked and he slobbered, I too slow
at my leash to reach the meal,
Til both our servants bellowed
and pulled with strength unreal
"Yukon, no!"
"Shaggy, no!"
And before a moment
the sweetest dough
from he and me they peeled,
we, my brother and I.
At first I yawed at my tie,
then, worried the sand was bewitched,
a curse for my brother and I,
gave up with a startling twitch.
"I ate next to
nothing" he sighed.
But watching him earnest
for days I tried
to prove us unbewitched,
we, my brother and I.
But late, while rain poured high,
My brother shook and dulled
Then fell with a quiet cry.
And I by nightmares was lulled.
Brown sand flew
teethed from his whine
Black mud lapped
fur at his thighs,
And we brayed as they away him pulled
we, my brother and I.
I wait for him now and since,
(with this stranger they've moved to my pen
whose fur is black and dense.)
I wait for him now til when.
With only time
I'm at the fence.
Unforgetting want,
I know but hence:
He's me and I am him.
We, my brother and I.
--
With laughter, with grain and with hay
The trucks rumble by in the morning
At them I hee-haw and bray
At me they glare at in warning,
But what can these,
these feeding girls say
to me short noise
louder than day
who wails and lows in the morning
for we, my brother and I?
At first I yawed at my tie,
then, worried the sand was bewitched,
a curse for my brother and I,
gave up with a startling twitch.
"I ate next to
nothing" he sighed.
But watching him earnest
for days I tried
to prove us unbewitched,
we, my brother and I.
But late, while rain poured high,
My brother shook and dulled
Then fell with a quiet cry.
And I by nightmares was lulled.
Brown sand flew
teethed from his whine
Black mud lapped
fur at his thighs,
And we brayed as they away him pulled
we, my brother and I.
I wait for him now and since,
(with this stranger they've moved to my pen
whose fur is black and dense.)
I wait for him now til when.
With only time
I'm at the fence.
Unforgetting want,
I know but hence:
He's me and I am him.
We, my brother and I.
--
With laughter, with grain and with hay
The trucks rumble by in the morning
At them I hee-haw and bray
At me they glare at in warning,
But what can these,
these feeding girls say
to me short noise
louder than day
who wails and lows in the morning
for we, my brother and I?
