Within My Wooden Box

I see within a box of carved wooden animals

An elephant with a ruby eye.

It glints and glistens and twists its sparkle

Like the lies spat out from an arrogant spy.

It lies next to a bamboo crocodile

This elephant, of no humble care

A contrast of beast and an opposite kind

Is the silent croc from the elephant’s flare.

I see within a jumble of jungle

Multiple blocks of birch-tree fish

Silver they swim and forcefully follow,

The gentle croc’s tail with a violent swish.

In the heat of a giant ball of flame

Does the elephant erupt with anger sewn

Along the length of it’s cherry trunk

To be burned by a sun’s flickered flames blown.

In the sea, in the sea, I see a beluga

Watching within water’s bending line.

In the sea, in the sea, is the mirror of greatness

Of the dark, deep bottom and the whale’s white pine.

This beluga does swim to Africa’s shore,

Calming the elephant’s nonsensical rage.

It sings, it sings in a gentle hymn,

Tricking it into my wooden box cage.

Then off to the Amazon’s rich river-sea forest,

Does my beluga devour the fish divine,

Giving the eye of a cherry wood animal

To change croc’s colour to that of red wine.

I see within a box of carved wooden animals

A crocodile with a ruby eye.

It glints and glistens and twists it’s sparkle

Like of one of hunger and vengefully sly.