Elephant Graveyard
After years of trudging, trampling and trumpeting,
the mighty rouge heads for his destiny. All his
ancestors await his arrival, his final resting
ground hidden from others who wish to rob his family
of their jewels they’ve worked so hard to hide.
Instilled in him is the map leading to his family.
Soon he’ll be free, he won’t need to hide from
poachers, safari men or lions, and he’ll die proud.
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