The Elephant

I lie here, naked and exposed, splayed out upon an open plain, under the hot, African sun, still as stone slowly decomposing. My life fluids have drained away. I am a massive hulk of dried out skin and bones my large trunk lies flaccid at my side, my great ears are rotting at the edges. I smell of putrid waste. Do I detect a presence in my midst? Do I hear a sudden gasp? A muffled cry? Are your eyes widening, pupils dilating in horror? Do come and see my wretched state. For I was hunted for pleasure, for mere sport, discarded like a worthless penny shot down for the hell of it. Why is man so careless? So callous? For we beasts are at your mercy. You mourn for me today, but will you care tomorrow? I lie here, naked and exposed, splayed out upon an open grave. Written on 4/8/2016