After the reading the posting about Jenifer's dear Jack,and having the quiet pleasure of listening to the Mourning Doves, I was inspired to write this poem. Though I do not live with a Donkey, I share my life with a very large and VERY furry German Shepherd named Ahna. Who has, I'm sure lined many a bird's nest in our mountain woods. My love to all...
A Donkey's Nest is Best (or) A Chorus of Jack's Daws
Upon our plaintive piney branch
Our nest did lie waiting like a soft lap.
It was lined with all manner of knicks and knacks,
But best of all, with fur from Jack.
He was our Donkey friend, so gentle
No sharp teeth or claws!
His back was our sacred landscape
Where we'd watch him paint the sky with his large furry ears,
As he'd humbly let us pause.
If only our crow's voice could sing
Tender like the doves,
A mourning song we'd sing to Jack
A lament of devoted sorrow,
For we miss his comfort and his fur
That fit our soul's nest like a glove.
He communed with us common crows -
A spirit rare we shall call,
With a Donkey's passing reverence to life
With respect and restraint to all.
So should Jack hear us caw to him now,
He'll know we miss our warm place to rest
We shall end our day giving way to mourning,
Remembering, a Donkey's nest is best.