When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born.
With monstrous head and hideous cry,
And ears like errant wings,
The devil's walking parody
Of all four-footed things.
The tattered outlaw of the earth,
Of ancient, crooked will,
Starved, scourged, derided,
I keep my secret still.
Beware, ye fools, and judge me not,
For I also had my hour;
One far, fierce hour and sweet,
With hosannas sung about my ears,
And palms beneath my feet.
Answer:
A donkey (on Palm Sunday)
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