A Ceramic Elephant

In the quiet of the room, it sits. 

A gray ceramic elephant, 

with tusks that curve and eyes that glint.

Its surface cool, a moonlit shade,

mottled gray, where shadows danced. 

Every crease on its hide, every gentle curve, 

is a whisper of a distant past. 

Its presence hollows deep,

reflecting fragments of dreams, 

fleeting moments of joy and sorrow. 

Frozen in its delicate stillness.