If I Were An Elephant
Living in the wilds of Africa,
with my Mom and aunties by my side,
following the herd to the watering hole,
as we looked out for the lion pride,
We got our fill of water,
and played and squirt our enormous selfs,
cooling off from the hot African sun,
that was beating down on us twelve,
Then we got some dust in our trunks,
and blew it all over our backs,
as a precaution for our skin,
for less sunburning and less cracks,
We proceeded to go to a grassy spot,
where we started to munch and eat,
when I heard shots rang out,
and my herd family's assassination was complete,
I stood behind some bushes,
so the poachers could not see me,
as they hacked off my families ivory tusks,
so they could be sold eventually,
Then the poachers took off in their large truck,
and I slowly came out of the bushes to look for Mom,
finding her I began to weep like a baby,
the tears for the next couple of days like a soothing balm,
Being a baby elephant I started feeling weak,
thats when a nice human being brought me something to eat,
loading me up on his large African Wildlife Foundation truck,
he drove me to an elephant conservation area where I'd be protected
and grow up.
12-7-16
Addendum: These beautiful intelligent pachyderms are almost extinct because of poaching.
Copyright © Cheryl Hoffman | Year Posted 2016
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