Mar 2014
A gentle soul that once,
Trod well, worn paths,
Laid down by matriarchs past.
Now just,
Brittle bones baked by a searing heat,
Bleached beyond a perfect white.
Here lies the last elephant.
© Nick Strong 2014
Trod well, worn paths,
Laid down by matriarchs past.
Now just,
Brittle bones baked by a searing heat,
Bleached beyond a perfect white.
Here lies the last elephant.
© Nick Strong 2014
We have to stop poaching of these and other precious creatures that will be gone unless we act.
(Alloa)
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