We are surprised by a donkey.
Our stereotyped view of donkeys has them gentle and readily overlooked
But there are many kinds of donkeys:
Slow seaside plodders in kiss me quick hats,
Old thin burros their bones sticking out showing their years of toil and abuse,
Warm nosed nuzzley donkeys in comfortable family farm parks,
The silly ass of popular cartoons,
Each one bearing the cross sign burned into the fur on its back.
The audacious one comes, donkey riding,
Challenging our stereotypes,
As he takes the cross wise way.

There was nothing luke warm about the response of those Palm wavers,
The day had taken a different turn
Everyone was excited.
These days a guy on a donkey is not likely to raise much comment.
The audacious one still comes,
Challenging our stereotypes, winding along the Cross Street,
Will we bear the cross-wise call, burned onto our lives

A few days later, broken trees, discarded branches,
were all that remained to remind them he had taken that route.
The donkey was back in its stall or on with its normal daily grind.
Everything back to normal or was it?

Look for the Holy,
Call out Hosanna,
See the blessed one,
The audacious one,
Coming to claim us.