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