so rare
to see an elephant.
you
have to go
to the zoo
or circus to see
one first hand.
the grey enormity
of the beast.
his gentle
eyes surveying
the crowds.
his long trunk
hauling
hay towards
his mouth.
you might hear
a muffled roar
or two, see him
stamp his
dusty flat
canned feet into
the ground.
perhaps he'll
flap his ears, or
chase the flies
away with his
whip like
tail. he'll amuse
you, as you stand
there sad with
a bag peanuts,
salted and shelled.
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