He raised his great head at the sun at dawn,
Two distended nostrils snorted wreaths of frosted air.
He stood gigantic in the middle of my garden,
And snorting, shat upon my flowers.
Black as the ancient rock around us
His horns rising like an emperor’s crown,
He was handsome beyond description.
Copyright©Madras Courier, All Rights Reserved. You may share using our article tools. Please don't cut articles from madrascourier.com and redistribute by email, post to the web, mobile phone or social media.Please send in your feed back and comments to editor@madrascourier.com
