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
