(Poem 289 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

My pocket elephant
is adorable;
I don’t leave home
without her.
She sleeps all snuggled
in her little pouch
until snack time,
when she munches
contentedly on tiny slices
of jackfruit, banana,
bamboo, and tree bark.
Sometimes, she grows
restless if I haven’t pet
her enough, or she has
the zoomies.
Then I let her roam
until she wears
herself out and wants
to climb back in
my pocket.
I pour little capfuls
of water for her to drink,
and give her back scratches
upon demand.
In turn, she loves me
and trumpets her concern
if she senses me getting
too stressed.
She’s my sweet, sweet girl,
my dearest companion,
and has my whole heart.
My only complaint
is how much she poops
and often without warning.

@Home Studio on 10/26/24 @ 10:41pm – 289^th poem of the year