What does an elephant think about,
As he stands inside a zoo?
What passes through his mind,
As he’s looking back at you?
What does a pigeon think about,
As he soars above the crowds?
Perhaps it just a simple thing,
As he plays amongst the clouds.
A single ant is scurrying,
His job it must be done.
The others they depend on him,
The many and the one.
A crow is thinking, I can tell,
He cocks his head at me.
Is he looking at my lunch,
Does he think it’s free?
Two yellow fish are playing,
Deep beneath the sea.
I wonder what they’re thinking of
Could it be of me?
A turtle swims beneath the waves,
A carefree life at best.
But then one day he wonders,
What about the rest?
Behind, beside and over there,
Are those we do not know.
But they have thoughts and feelings,
Just like that silly crow.
What does a person think about,
And he looks upon another?
Race and colour notwithstanding,
Could he be my brother?
This crazy world that we call ours,
We’re only tenants here.
If we make nice and play together,
There is no one to fear.
Butterfly Sand 
They must think the humans are crazy
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I am sure they do
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Wonderfully done… And I echo Beth, many of them must think we’re nuts!
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We take such pains to prove that we are!
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Don’t we just? smh
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This is delightfully well done, Pam. I love the images, and your poetry always makes me think. Thanks for that.
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I am so glad you like it Dan.
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A terrific poem, Pamela. We all wonder what others wonder and you captured that situation beautifully.
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Thanks John.
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😊
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This is so wonderful. Is it a picture book? if not, it should be. Such a great message.
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I’ve only put it together here Darlene, but I am so pleased you like it. It was fun to ride.
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Your poetry today and illustrations are top shelf. And what a message you deliver amongst all the whimsy!
We should be mindful that we are only tenants here, as you say, and be highly aware that we are all brothers and sisters lest we are evicted without warning!
If we were reduced to skeletons, we would be very much alike. We couldn’t tell what another skeletons color was or religion or political views. We would likely be friendly with everyone.
So why should it change when skin is pulled over our skeleton? Makes no sense to me.
Ginger
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Your words are wise my friend. We are more alike than we are different. Thank you.
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Lovely post Pam. Also loved your illustrations.
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Thank you Di.
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Haha, that is so well written Pam. That has been crafted beautifully, take a bow dear lady 🤣❤️🙏🏽
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Thank you kindly sir.
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We shouldn’t be beastlier than the beasts now should we? If we heed your lesson, we would be in such a better place.
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I truly believe that.
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Nice!
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Thanks!
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You’re welcome!
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Wonderful!
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome!
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This is truly beautiful 💜
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Thank you so much.
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Well done Pam and that art piece must be yours – well drawn too!
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Thank you. Yes it is
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This is just lovely, Pam. I love the marriage of your words and your vivid art.
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Thank you so much. I’m very proud of this one.
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As you deserve to be. A lot of work/thought went into it.
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