Rest Easy

He approaches quietly, cautiously
his neck stretched out as far as it will go
one step at a time, with a pause in between
quick breaths are all I can hear.

I sit quietly, not daring to breathe
a fly tickles but I can not move
he takes a carrot from my still hand
retreating to chew.

I long to reach out to him,
to explore his ears and forehead
to find his favorite scratchy spot
to gently clean the tears from his eyes.

But for today I sit dreaming
And blessing him silently
waiting, waiting for the day
I can kiss his nose and whisper
‘I am glad you were born,
you are safe now, rest easy.’


courtesy – Kimberly Hobson on the rescue of her formerly abused BLM burro

Grow old along with me, the best is yet to be the last of life for which the first was made