The Donkey

 When fishes flew and forests walked 
   And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
   Then surely I was born.

With monstrous head and sickening cry
   And ears like errant wings,
The devil’s walking parody
   On all four-footed things.

The tattered outlaw of the earth,
   Of ancient crooked will;
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,
   I keep my secret still.

Fools! For I also had my hour;
   One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
   And palms before my feet.

   G. K. Chesterton

     This is Freda who, with Felix, is visiting Pentland Plants Garden Centre from their home with The Scottish Borders Donkey Sanctuary. They'll be there until 20th December and would appreciate a carrot or two if you have any.