Aunt Dorothys Concrete Donkey
Great aunt Dorothy had a concrete donkey in her yard.
She had inherited it and the house from my grandparents.
This donkey had been in this yard since nineteen forty-one.
We kids always begged to decorate it for Halloween and Christmas.
Aunt Dorothy said this idea was despicable.
It would not be honorable.
The donkey would not like it.
She died three weeks ago.
Two days before Halloween, so we decorated the donkey.
He was now a purple peril, and I think he loved it.
After we left, he walked down to the graveyard to show her.
And there he sits, all pretty, next to her grave.
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