THE ELEPHANT CHILD By Sue Cowling

THE ELEPHANT CHILD By Sue Cowling
Under an African sun he stands,
The elephant child,
Hot and hungry and thirsty.
He’s as big as a car
But still small for an elephant.
Sadly swinging his trunk he stands
For many hours beside his mother
Trying to coax and nudge her back to life
To take him home.
He could not help her when the men came.
They just laughed at him.
And now
Under an African moon he stands
and tries to make sense of her butchered face.
Then he cries as only an elephant can cry
but he does not understand.
Neither do I.
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