The herd of human voices stampede into the arena.
The dim lights leave curiosity,
They feed on fluffy popcorn oozing with too much butter and crackle peanuts--
awaiting world of the abstract.
I’m in the back, Waiting.
Practicing my performance and dancing, because that’s the only thing I can do.

The approaching sound of a THUD THUD THUD draws.
The sinister smile, as big and crescent shaped as the moon, sparkles,
They tip-toe toward me, the grass crunching under them as I gulp--
awaiting the attack, I look down at the bitter terrain.
I’m in the back, Waiting.
Covering my eyes with my trunk, hiding, because that’s the only thing I can do.

The devilish grin conveys angst.
The crackle of his whip lashes a leathery SNAP.
They don’t know what’s going on, oblivious like children of the world.
Awaiting this hatred to end, I sob as I breathe and not burst into a storm--
I’m in the back, Waiting.
Crying, because that’s the only thing I can do.

The whip falls with a clank and
The cruel man leads me back for my performance,
They roar as I pose the spotlight reflecting on me--the center of attention.
Awaiting more and more and more, a spectacular show.
I’m performing.
I endure the herd and the man with the devilish grin--
because that’s the only thing I can do.