The moon was high when I went out.
I thought I heard a distant shout.
Sound carries in the desert air.
I looked around and everywhere
The shadowed places stared at me,
But there was nothing I could see
That would account for what I'd heard.
Perhaps some strange, nocturnal bird?
I stood awhile and listened for
Some reason I should go explore.
Then suddenly, this awful din
Began behind my small cabin
And round the corner, at full trot,
Came wild burros and I thought,
Why did God give them such a bray?
He must have wanted it that way!
They jogged away and before long,
I couldn't hear their dreadful song,
But now all thought of sleep had fled,
So no use heading for my bed!
Though I enjoy them in daylight,
I wish they'd stay away at night!
Betty Lou Hebert