A short poem for Visdare.
One little elephant
Ran while his clan
Instinct sought safety,
And family ties.
Rare human kindness.
Years without fear.
Vanish: Get’s out even pride.
Beautiful, just beautiful xx
I too like this very much, and what an interesting prompt!
Thanks. Just seemed odd that such a young elephant wan there. Maybe its mum was off camera somewhere
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