Neglected

Some donkeys
Are neglected
Neglected
Collectively so
hooves all twisted
teeth overgrown
Standing on wet straw and mud
As I know

I would have had to suffer like this
I would have asked the god
Picking me Miss
Daily malnourished
Beaten at times
Standing where others just shit
And it rhymes

Wet straw it burns us
The stench of it all
When nobody loves you
And you don’t have a stall
To stand in
It’s awful
No where to go
Nothing that’s special
No Ebb and no flow

Sanctuary somewhere
We dream and we know
Angelic donkeys
Sometimes they go
To a place on a green hill
Not far away
Where humans and volunteers
Everyday play

Follys the dream place
Close to Potten End
From the start it is beautiful right to the end
All the way through To a paradise send
It’s soft and it’s gentle.
Guardians there
Treat us homeopathically
What’s good they share

Like the sweetest of hay
And wondrous dry straw
A pat when we need it
And there’s nothing more
That any souls need more
Than gestures of care
Of love and affection
From just being there

At Follys in Potten End

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