I lifted a single peanut up to the great animal. His trunk, as thick as a fire hose, brushed past my small offering and went for what I held in my other hand—the whole bag of peanuts. Tears came to my eyes as he snatched it away.
I looked to Dad. A grin broke across his face.
?Smart old man,? he said of the elephant.
His voice stopped my tears. I looked back and saw the elephant, the rope around his foot.
?Come on, let?s go,? Dad said.
I looked over at the peanut man. Part of me wanted to ask for another bag so I could try again. But part of me did not.
I pocketed the peanut I had offered and we walked away.
humid evening from a distant tent an elephant trumpets
Sounds like you pocketed more than a peanut…:-) Very special memory. thanks.
memories of youth
the aroma of hay
in the animal cage
Great to hear from you again, Charles…
thanks for sharing this memory, Charles. It is worth so much more than peanuts.
terri french iam a haiku writer from that part of the world where we daily inhale the smoke of gunpowder plz you people guide me my language is faulty but images will not be that much bad let school doors lock
come home my children
blasts may not blow you
Nice.
Absolutely a lovely piece of writing.
Memorable
_kala
I really enjoyed this memory of yours. It is tinged with sadness at how we use animals for our "pleasure"
.
bett
zoo –
a boy opens up the candywrapper
with his teeth
Lovely haibun.
Free to walk away. Not so the elephant, and so the fury and sorrow if its blast. Thank you for a haibun of complex feeling.
ancient wisdom
made to perform
on a thimble,
the elephant
Nice job Charles. Still reading with music? Why not try to come to the next HSA at Tenri (13th Street) afternoon of Sept 17
game of catch
the dog turns his head
back and forth
— Cor
brilliant
thanks for your efforts these haikues are really great chilly morning
grampa shells peanuts
for talking parrot
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