The Making of The Mule

Little Horse grazed as he thought longingly.
Saying to himself,

“Why have the horse gods done this to me?
I've always been the runt for as far as the eye can see.
Always to be the smallest one throughout the entire prairie.
I don't know any other horses that stopped growing at three!

“I hear the girl horses giggle as I pass
and slapping all four of their knees.
So, If your real, send me someone sees the inner me.
Please horse gods, please! I beg of you, I plea.”

Time passed but nothing seemed to change for Little Horse.
He started to figure his dreams were better off as remorse.
Yet, even though he started to doubt in a benevolent force,
The horse gods had been plotting, setting motions in course.

~~~

On the other side of the prairie,
Big Donkey was slowly sipping water.
It was all she had consumed for days, a diet her mother thought her.
Yet, she knew deep down the method was not for her daughter.
She was just naturally born big, and according donkey social media,
Smaller was hotter.

“Its not fair Mom, I'm practically a cow!!!
Ill never find a mate! No way, no how!
I mean, I should have at least gotten one measly date by now!
Yet, ever weekend, as the other donkeys party,
I’m re-watching Donkey Law & Order,
and do nothing but sitting around.”

“No will ever love me in this stupid little town!
I'm better of dead! Just put me in the ground!”

Big Donkey was unaware, to caught up in being dramatic,
That she didn't feel the loving little push that feat a bit like static.
It was only ever Mom that calmed her; so loving and emphatic.
So, Big Donkey could never have predicted the day would end so climactic.

~~~

Little Horse was full,
but still grazing when he mindlessly stepped on a nest.
He started getting stung by wasps all over his head, butt, and chest.
It was a cruel way for the horse gods to go about it, I must confess,
But it was very effective none the less.

Little horse ran, each little leg pumping.
With the literal pain in his butt, direction meant nothing.
He blindly ran, huffing and puffing,
Until he realized the pain had stopped
And he didn't hear any buzzing.

“Where the hell am I?
I don't recognize a thing…
I mean, I guess this is a prairie. Everything is green!
Everything looks like something I've seen!
I knew I should have splurged on horse GPS machine…”

Just then the clouds parted and through the sun broke,
Directing his eyes to a clearing and adding a lump in his throat.
Little Horse could do nothing but go slack jawed and freeze…
The most beautiful grey creature he’d ever seen
was slowly sipping water between a parting in the trees.

Big Donkey was about to go pee when she startled by a snapping stick.
She jumped, and for a donkey, turned around surprisingly quick.
That's when she locked eyes with a young handsome horse,
and instantly thought she was going to be sick

Both had never felt a feeling come on so thick.

~~~

The rest, you might say, is history.
For I know the mule is known by both you and by me.
Though nowadays,
It’s seen simply as biology,
It was never just a tale of science.

It’s always been a love story.