I can go without water

for a starter,

to survive the harshest heat;

 from my happy humps

and crazy cells,

to one amazing nose.

When no oasis is avail

my mother’s milk will prevail.

I run like the wind,

atop spindly limbs and bulky hooves,

to create my brand and groove.

I’m not pretty; unsightly really,

I’ve a loud irritating bay for a voice,

 big yellow teeth when I smile,

and spit cause I can.

I’ve a stubborn streak,

and smell real bad.

But guess what?  I’m also loved,

 totally needed,

and royally treated.

                                                  ♥-p.o.martig