To Be Horton the Elephant

To Be Horton the Elephant

Now, what would you do
hearing a who call,
tiny mew with no cat
in view, a person
too small to be seen?

A faint little yip,
a sound worth skipping
a speck, snip of dust,
that whips though the air
rippling past care.

Must we drown blown tone,
with jeers and drone sneers
tossed like thrown steamed oil,
condone, then maul while
lone sour vulture waits.

And that sad small din?
Without any spin the
gentle skinned Horton
again protects souls
when no ones around.

Because, after all,
no matter smallness
of appalling plea,
wept call is a cry,
all creatures know that.



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A Than-Bauk is "climbing rhyme" poem of Burmese origin. The rhyme is on the last syllable of the first line, the second to last syllable of the second line, etc, etc. 

Note: this poem is part of a collection, to read more please see:  "Seussical Scribbles"  E: based on the works of Dr. Seuss