When fishes flew and forests walked   And figs grew upon thorn,Some moment when the moon was blood   Then surely I was born. With monstrous head and sickening cry   And ears like errant wings,The devil’s walking parody   On all four-footed things. The tattered outlaw of the earth,   Of ancient crooked will;Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,   I keep my secret still. … Continue reading The Donkey – By G.K Chesterton