The Elephant’s Moment Feeding at Acacia Tree Usurped by Screech of Cicada

A backdrop of zebras carping,
a chirring of cicadas heard from my perch.
An elephant bearing tusks of incisors
appears in my sights fuzzy to clear.

She trudges towards the thorn acacia
with its flat top of sweet moist leaves.
Each step is ponderous.
The elephant deliberates
about that one and the next one.

Pollee, pollee! With those big steps,
don’t hurry, don’t skip over doubt.
I follow her careful reach.
She curls her trunk
around the branches, hauls leaves
into her mouth. She chews
in her measured fashion,
as though to chew into eternity.

Of an instant a screech,
the cicada bullies the spotlight,
I’m rocked by its blare.
The elephant disappears.