The Elephant
A slow moving gentle creature
With a long trunk and wrinkled skin.
Strange, ridiculous and ugly
and yet he draws us to love him.
He seems to know and understand
has empathy with us humans,
but can also rage if angered
and kill a man by trampling him.
Elephants have a matriarch
and keep together for safety.
The young stay close to their mother,
while the males are solitary.
Copyright © Zsuzsanna Snarey | Year Posted 2011
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