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 tatter'd 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.

-G.K Chesteron 

The Donkey in The Wild Knight and Other Poems