Donkey

The donkey, we are all agreed,
Is held to be no Einstein bred
And thought to be no match for steed
With valid claim to thoroughbred.

The donkey's ears are far too large
To grace his presence handsomely,
And when he calls his voice takes charge
And sounds uncouth, not winsomely.

Consider, though, that through his ears
Your donkey hears just where you are,
And when he talks he stills your fears
And  marks his spot, however far.

This is his way to show how much
He misses you and yearns your touch.