Tuesday, May 23, 2006

The Burro


Most days, year round, as we come and go from the Molino, we pass by this friendly fellow, whom we refer to simply as “the burro.” His age is unknown, as is his vocation. Is he retired from pulling carts, literally put out to pasture? Or is he defective or lame in some way, unable to perform normal burro tasks? The burro seldom moves, mostly stands, occasionally lies down. Surrounded by flies, munching grass, enduring whatever the skies pour down on him, he is a notably solitary creature. Personifying him as we do, we fear he is lonely, tired, uncomfortable. But we hope we are wrong and that, in the way of burros, he is content.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Oh sweet what a gooohhh burrrrrohh.

Do say hello for me next time you see him.

Lisa D.

Anonymous said...

oops-- you know what I meant.