El Burro Rojo and The Star People

You see this Burro Rojo?

Built for strength I am, to bear the weight of others. My betters, my lot.

This back built for gente estrella, light and thankless though they are.

My now cracked hooves were built to protect lesser and weaker than me. This I have done many times, though forgotten is my normal reward.

My Dimming eyes always see a friend, rarely an enemy till late.

My closest, just lumber on, expecting a strong and protected ride.

Hopeful I am to be near my trail’s end, to lay down and rest.

The gente estrella will find another beast to ride, while I seek the quiet of nothing.