Elephant

Made of wood and carved so neat
Standing on my bedroom shelf
Smooth but bumpy
Shiny gold and fiery red
Shines when the sun slips through the blinds.

Its tusks are razor-sharp like sewing pins
Its trunk so long like a busy freight train
Stares at me all morning and night
Trying to talk to me.

It tells a story that is true
That’s why it’s so special to me
I imagine it sipping water through its trunk
Using it to water the trees.

It’s so special to me.

Its legs are short and stout
And its ears as floppy like a dead sunflower.

It has a tail so short like a corncob
With eyes as small like a tiny rock
It smiles at me with a glint in its eyes
That’s why it’s an object so special to me.