A shoulder lifts, a leg straightens and accepts weight as the foot splays out. The back leg opposite moves forward, toenails nearly scraping sand, straightens, accepts weight, and the foot splays out. As his body shifts side to side, the bull elephant walks ponderously and gracefully towards me. Even from twelve feet away he fills my entire range of vision.
He trails his trunk, knuckling the ground, leaving smooth marks like a giant side-winding snake. A creature bigger than most monuments is on the move, yet his movements are loose and his pace casual. He reaches out and rubs the bottom of his trunk across a cow elephant’s backbone.
Shyly she turns her head away, her expressive ears folded neatly against her shoulders, a diamond on her forehead.
ABOUT ELEPHANTS 
I love this. I hope you don’t mind but I have used some of your words in a ‘found’ poem which you will find on my blog.
Thanks Kim.
So incredibly beautiful. You’re blessed to be so close to these amazing creatures.
Yes, very blessed. Thank you for following!