The
line, feeling inadequate, multiplied by a factor of five.
The
envious field mouse admired the elephant’s poweful size.
The
checkbook, line for line and needy, sought balance in life.
The
forest fire set ablaze aquired an insatiable appitite.
Beside
himself, the psycologist lost his inclination to analyze.
Magnified
ten times, you and I outgrew our ability to empathize.
Robert
Frost would have devised a rhyme for this poem’s last line.
I
am no Robert Frost, but I do admire the elephant’s powerful size.
Chris
Hanch 10-3-17
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