Where Are The Elephants? Poem by Tony Adah

The wind gushes its breath
On the forlorn meadow
There's a stampede
Of the elephants and the squirells
Will it rain?
Only the sky will tell
With its angry face.
The wind surges on the jumping trees
Whose fresh feet unearthed look like
A new baby with cord and placenta
Squirells shiver and cackle
From the hollow of fallen trees
Where are the elephants?
The giant sequoias are on their backs
No more, the sunbathed glory
Is gone.