Huge herds of wild elephants go flying in the sky.
People rarely get to see them as they’re famously quite shy.
They’re clever and they paint themselves to camouflage their flight.
Blue with white spots just like clouds to keep them out of sight.
A place for all and all in place, tails poised in expectation,
They pack their trunks, then flap their ears and flutter in formation.
One day I’m going to see them and I’ll look until they’re found.
They must be somewhere flying because they’re nowhere on the ground.
© Copyright Philip Barton, May 5th 2023 – All rights reserved
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