The elephant

The elephant strides to his food.

It’s tusks are sharp as daggers,
eyes scrunched up like a Frenchies face.

His ears dangle down,
like Dumbo flying.

His tail is cleaning the grasses,
as it goes back and forth.

It’s trunk swung side to side,
like it’s collecting the free grass for his lunch.

His leg’s are as baggy,
as my extremely long hair,
when I get out of the shower.