"Pondering: To consider with one's mind the world around."
Truly I have many long hours to stand or lay, time to ponder my place in the world around me. You might ask what is there to think about when a Donkey?
Lots of things to think about as the lusting instincts make urges. One gets urged and as if turning up the pressure your instinctive desires rack both mind and body till you give in an do per the suggestive.
I do think of when this lifestyle had not yet been adorned upon me! Memories, mostly fond ones drift back in those dull quiet moments when I stand as a statue. Simple feelings take and break the pattern of thoughts when a Donkey. The human mind can consider, rationalize, and do multitasking with some common ease. A Donkey brain is far more limited.
A good example is when I stood in the corral thinking quietly of those left at home. Seeing the remembered faces and our fun we had, then as some fly lites on my butt and the tail swings to drive it away, all rememberance fades.
What people think of as automatic reaction or learn response in an animal is in fact not totally true. I feel and then make the proper reaction to remain comfortable. It just doesn't happen and when I make it happen the thought, and movement take all my consentration.
When I graze my tail swings happily in common delight as lips gather the grass, teeth mash, and jaw chews. People watch this and think I am in wonderous delight of myself. In very true fact my mind is so working overtime that all around me save some alert call of danger takes a backseat.
Grazing, I had to learn to graze and accept the bland flavors of what I used to turn my nose away and sneeze. Even when a human eating salads was bland. We covered them in paste of one flavor or another to stomac eating what is natural to grazing animals. Here one has no rich flavors to dress the grass, weeds, and flowers a Donkey my fine to eat. Memories of taste, steaks, potatoes, pancakes, and the normal stuff people eat have faded and I don't want to think or remember what I'll never enjoy again.
Now please don't be too sad for me and what I lost as a human because I'm a Jack and Donkey. This tough and coarse body is well prepared for the life I live. Things like hands are just not needed here! I make do with those big lips and mouth what I want to pickup. Anything else is given a kick out of my way or just stepped over.
Memories of Alisha and our love for one another is still a fond delight to ponder. Yet the scent of a Jenny now drowns any memories, as the smelling of a Jenny in heat must be followed. Pleasures of this kind happen often in the corral. This a place when such lusty thoughts have calm time to well up. As they surface two Donkeys find mutual enjoyments and the pleasures only our beastly life can offer.
A Donkey is an island unto himself! We are all one's until the bray squawks out telling of danger or alert. Then for a moment we are one in checking the surroundings for what is the trouble. Then it only takes one coward to bolt and run. In a second the metal boldness of standing one's ground turns into a cowardly flee from whatever. It is then that we as a herd do run but with singular desires to escape. If any one or more falls prey to the danger we leave the poor bastard to fend for himself.
When I ponder this the relationship between human and Donkey's life closes rapidly. How is it that people flee from dangers rather than as only a few who have the courage to stand up and hold the line. I remember people as being called Sheep! Well whether Sheep, Horse, Donkey, Cows, or humans we all coward out most of the time. If only people had the backbone of a Jackass and stood up for what was right for all and not just their one.
Well this is just some of the pondering that this sad Jackass does as time passes him along.