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Thursday, September 30, 2010
It was hard to tell in this light if it was night or early dawn
when a Lesser Spotted Purple Mammoth wandered all alone.
He came across the mighty Leland resting on some level land
and approached him fearlessly as if following a plan.
Not by visual cue but just by smell and sound
a silent burst of energy attached to teeth that knew what they had found.
Steel-trap jaws and forepaw grip
a suffocating hold that doesn't bleed, or tear, or rip.
The predator, the conqueror, the mighty Leland sits
amongst the wreckage of his indigo antagonist.
But as evidence from a simple sniff and prod suggests
this elephant isn't dead at all just extraordinarily depressed.
"You see" the mammoth started "I've lost my herd to poachers and for myself I've had to fend"
"I came up to you on the plain back there to see it we could be friends"
"I know you're the mighty Leland and I am just your prey but…"
"Its okay" Leland interrupted, "I wasn't very hungry anyway."