Ode To An Elephant
Who would ever think
grey could be so beautiful,
disdained in cobwebs
and hairdo's,
yet in vast splendid wrinkles
it stretches across
your girth which
inspires my muse.
Just a huge beast of burden
who must bear the brunt,
of your three tiny acres caged walls
sweet memories of freedom
will haunt you until
you trumpet your last wailing calls.
I am drawn to your eyes,
lashed so lovely above,
orbs tinged with the sorrows you know,
as I feed you some grass
in a tight-fisted sheath,
to your trunk full of memories below.
