THE DONKEY - G. K. Chesterton

G. K. Chesterton 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.