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The Donkey
by G K Chesterton

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.