Badlands and Burros

Miles of straight road drove the experience

for a pre-teen Birthday girl’s shining spark

we made our way in awe from North to whence

Black Hills became Badlands to Custer Park.

Enjoying the park loop, the untamed scene,

we came upon the jumbled sight ahead

“What is causing that traffic jam?” asks she;

then we see the long ears and massive head

as a fat burro made his marching charge

from grassy ditch to our stopped car for sweets

promptly sticking his expectant large

face into the driver’s window for treats.

We only had red licorice to feed,

satisfied was his great sugary greed.

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