The Gentle Grey Giants
Silently, deep in the forest of fevertrees
a grey trunk wraps itself around tasty greens
Two impressively huge ivory tusks protrude
From the gentle giant's face.
Invade their peaceful place
and deadly aggression towards you will be shown
Beneath the seven ton matriarch
Is a tiny calf taking refuge.
later on, he will go exploring the bush
Scattered all around them is the rest of the herd
waiting their time for the afternoon march
to slake their thirst at the river
Soft seismic rumblings sound throughout
no human ear can hear any pachyderm thought
and so the gentle grey giants communicate to all near and far
about what has shown up in their viewbar.
A message came through on their radar
Slowly but surely the herd make their way
to go and mourn
a loved one that had passed away
Touching, feeling, standing together
Simply remembering their friend.
in due time slowly they wander back
to their own turf.
October 2016
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