A humming word

The needle pierced her body  And his art touched her soul She bore the pain  Like a mother elephant would  The artist etched a baby elephant  The little trunk and the innocent eyes  Before the baby saw the trees fall  and  Deep pits with no food  Was that painful or  the needle that etched the creation ? 

Deers live in our condos now— they don’t pay any rent or maintenance. We froze in the tunnel during our drives; the phone signals gave up on us and then the dogs and the babies chuckled. God hears their voices and used his magic wand to freeze us. He was tired of fulfilling the grownups wishes.