Graceful and gentle she stands in her box. She looks at me from her big eyes. I walk through the door and stand there, a grin on my face. "Come, come," says the guard and bit by bit I venture closer and closer to her. She is huge and keeps on looking at me. Gentle, curious, and vivid her eyes seem to be. She sways back and forth, and tentatively I stretch my hand out to her. Then I put my hand gently on her trunk. Her skin is surprisingly soft and very gentle, a bit like velvet, studded with several small bristles. And as soon I take it in that I actually touch her she has already swayed back.
How fascinating and so much happiness in this moment was.
Ailena ☺
Keine Kommentare:
Kommentar veröffentlichen