All the time we were writing haiku on the deck, these guys were browsing back and forth along the fence below us. One of them kept making a soft whuffle through his nose. Anne took them down some carrots, which they did appreciate. There was a very slight breeeze which made the long grasses sway. The light behind them on the hillside is from the moon.
this way, then that donkeys browse along the fence-- river of stars! jhh