A mule is
a foolish
bird
So
bullheaded
and
stubborn
cousin to
a donkey
who the
gods named Stella.
It brays
vengeance
for a bad
rap;
hay and
curses
hot on its
breath.
The
unwilling
monk of
nature
left
impotent in
forced
celibacy.
Mule! O,
mule!
Take
flight!
Know you
not
the noble
horse
heir of Pegasus?
Surely you
must
remember
the wind
in your
flowing locks
the swoop
and dive
float on
peaked backs
of rising
cumulonimbus.
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