Kimberly's thoughts on her newly rescued BLM burro
He approaches quietly, cautiously his neck stretched as far as it will go, one step at a time, with a pause in between quick breaths is 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 will sit dreaming and blessing him silently 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 Temecula, CA
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