Elephants
Elephant skin is bark-like and rough,
advanced to a crisp, leathery tough.
The great Milky Way could not be so large,
nor so grey as the elephant’s muscular trunk
with aged-to-stone sinew—a supple, flannel hunk.
The overcast skies toss a dullness on the day -
somber and muted like the grey in the way
of the elephant—its color worn unconsciously,
innocuously, and steadfastly. There is a mythos
about elephants that depicts them as ponderously,
lumbering mammoths, hulking and bulky as a brand-
spanking, new heavy-weight, woolen sweater —yet
they are most agile and keen creatures whose
clumsiness is widely over-stated and over rated.
For intelligence, communication skills, and memory
they cannot be bested – fascinating creatures, the elephants.
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