11 September 2012
You walk the streets, Covered in sparkles and red, A beautiful creature, In India bred.
Your feet don't thud or shake the ground, You only move your eyes to look around.
I can see that your job is a tedious one, You give people rides so they can have fun.
But elephant, I know this is not what you want, Although you do nothing, not even a grunt.
Elephant, your eyes tell me all I must know, A story of fantasy, magic to show.
by vera©
Elephant Eyes • Opuss № I