“Hobnob”

Out there on the highway
With traffic speeding fast
Nobody was stopping
Hear the horns vile blast
And “hobnob” was just standing there
Hopeful he would be
Able to get out of there
Somehow to be free

From clearly this adversity
Hit by a speeding car
A huge wound on his shoulder
Really thats how far
We have come with our humanity
An injured innocent soul
Clearly close to death
Is waiting but somehow has control

Enough to hope and quietly
Realise that he
May have a chance someone may stop
The threat now is the key
Clearly impending danger
Of being hit again
But somehow had the strength of nerve
To suffer all that pain

And then some guardian angels
Were suddenly by his side
Two of them so gently
His time they would bide
A truck they parked in front of him
And carried him inside
And took him with the angels
He wouldnt be denied

Animal aid had found him
He was on his way
To the angel hospital
Not that far away
Shaved and cleaned and
Bandaged
Flushed with liquids he
Was left to rest and they did their best
Each day to keep him free

Of possible infections
They dressed his wound each day
And in 54 days of love and care
All their work did pay
Off “Hob nob” was happy
His wound was healed and he
Was with a lot of other donkeys
Clearly he was free

From the pain and all the suffering
From his past all that was gone
He was in a sanctuary
Where his life could follow on
He was happy being loved and cared for
Every single day
And you could feel that acknowledgment
In every single way

They really are true angels
Who come when all seems lost
And spend their time a loving
Souls at whatever cost
To actually care and love someone
Thats Clearly in distress
Is what this world is lacking
And Animal Aid redress

I looked into that donkeys eyes
And saw a soul in pain
Able though to stand his ground
And in essence gain
An elevated status
He would stand there He would be
Despite the fear surrounding him
Stay spirited and free

It would have been so easy
Lost to purgatory
To have just laid down
And waited yes waited just to be
Hit again and hit again
And be fretting constantly
But “Hobnob” wasnt ready
To face that misery
He was sure the angels
Were coming obviously

Long suffering and downtrodden
On life’s highway
What we saw
Was an animal with inner joy
Hoping still for more
He was stricken he was wounded
He was careworn And in pain
But somehow had the strength of mind
And resource to remain sane

“HObnob” the little donkey