Sep 2019
The Elephants At The Zoo
The elephants at the zoo, lumbering in their cells, like deadwood floating downstream, where the mouth is closed. When kids arrive they put on a show. It brings them minute happiness to see the smiles, hear the laughter and to look into the eyes of freedom.
As the day moves on, it's a blur, as the sunny disposition is weathered and fake. Each movement of the trunks, calculated, silenced and each passing face, a tear.
Such sadness their eyes
Windows wide open to see
Pantomimes of hope
Logan Robertson
9/16/2019
The elephants at the zoo, lumbering in their cells, like deadwood floating downstream, where the mouth is closed. When kids arrive they put on a show. It brings them minute happiness to see the smiles, hear the laughter and to look into the eyes of freedom.
As the day moves on, it's a blur, as the sunny disposition is weathered and fake. Each movement of the trunks, calculated, silenced and each passing face, a tear.
Such sadness their eyes
Windows wide open to see
Pantomimes of hope
Logan Robertson
9/16/2019
Each trip to the zoo, storybook. There's a tale to tell. Even those in silence,
