An elephant lives outside my room.
I see his trunk and front legs loom
As he sways to and fro neath summer clouds.
He picks up his food and stuffs it in his mouth to chew,
And puts his trunk up in high salute
To the sun,
And trumpets loud at times and then
At other times I can't hear him,
But I feel a rumble in me,
Like a stampede of five thousand horses run,
And I know that he is cutting thru
The line of everything I've got to do,
And stands there in my sun
Demanding that I shine.

And he eats a lot, and he poops more,
And I'm just glad he lives out doors
Now, and not here with me in my bedroom,
For he's a good elephant, and I must say,
I'd miss him if he went away completely,
But it's nice to have some headroom.

-jenn