17 06 05 ELEPHANT - Kieran

A trunk like a trumpet that rolls up
Like a snail.
Like a running tap.

The sound of a trumpet
Blowing in
The day
I see an elephant running away.

Dirty skin covered in mud stamping.
Its feet with a thud.
Grey skin and very tough,
He always plays really,
Rough.

The sound of a trumpet
Blowing in
The day
I see an elephant running away.

The tusks are banana shaped,
But sharp like a sword.
Thin but tough like its skin,
Shiny like a silver tin.


Kieran

 


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