![The Donkey, By: G.K. Chesterton](https://i0.wp.com/poetrycatalog.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/02/The-Donkey-By-G.K.-Chesterton.jpg?resize=750%2C420&ssl=1)
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.