elephants crying

Last night,
when Henny had to go,
they, the others, cried her away,
singing with their dark grey legs
deep in the hay.

When The Great Beatty died
some say the elephants just knew
and cried...
(We weren't there then,
but know
that it was softer than trumpets;
not as deep as thunder in the night,
but just as slow)
And they cried
each night for a month,
and then one morning
each one reached down
to white tent stakes
with mottled soft
and wrinkled arms,
untied themselves,
and just