The child was as small as a teacup
Thats what her mother had said,
And she knew it

The drone hovered above her
Ever watching
And she could feel it

Motionless, determined
The child remained seated while the crowd approached
And she could see them

Vicious, menacing, out for blood
Their clothes all tattered, their faces covered in mud
And she could smell it

She knew the Ivory Man had sent his goons
She knew she couldn’t outrun them too
She could almost hear him

The Ivory Man watched through the drone
As the crowd slowly approached
The excitement in his chest grew
Victory – he could almost taste it

The child was there and then she was not
She was clever, he knew
After all, so was her mother
And so was he