The swinging trunks had got our smell And one could tell They weren't pleased
We had just intruded into their dust bath Post the shower at the pool Between us the distance Was one of studied silence Till one's trumpet froze me to the ground
From among the trees Big little mud hills surrounded the space
Our clicking lens Wore out their patience And we were just nuts Before that large herd
Some more were coming up the river We heard someone whisper And I thought of rebellious elephants Fighting for territory once their own Against an invader that spares none
What if this dwindling day hour They crush the watch tower!