Elephants
are always a little...
are always a little...
Big, big, big.
And lumbering.
They chomp bamboo like toothpicks.
Stomp and shove and shoulder.
Elephants do tricks
and live to a ripe old age.
Bigger than monsters,
are they afraid of much?
Huge as giants, do they roar?
Elephants trumpet and harrumph into their trunks
But do elephants snore?
Elephants
in their wrinkled grandeur
make me feel
small, small, small.
Serpentine
If I were a snake,
I would sob
into my thin second skin,
"Why don't I have arms?
Or friends?
Legs would be so nice."
Sigh.
"At least I can eat mice."
How do you move through life?
feet-first,
or face-first?
For a lovely poem about elephants and other majestic animals, you simply must read A.A.Milne's The Four Friends, (found in the book When We Were Very Young by A.A. Milne).
And here's a fun book:
Chameleon's Colors by Chisato Tashiro