poem for donkey

A little barn, a tiny perfect house.
Where's the donkey?
I think I'll stand on this hay-strewn floor
Look out the little window,
try to see what the gone donkey would have thought.

No one in the entire world knows I'm here,
playing donkey.
I wish somebody would walk by,
pat my nose,
feed me sugar cubes,
tell me what a sweet beast i am.