A gigantic, great giraffe thrusts his head
With that incredibly long neck,
Up into the high trees
To kiss the canopy.
He nibbles at those leaves,
Swirling them into his mouth
With that enormous tongue.
With his mottled, mosaic-patterned hide
He looks like a leopard on stilts
As he towers over all he surveys.
He’s not the most stylish of runners
With those spindly legs
But with that ever so long neck
This Giraffe is the king of the sky.
Only birds like Eagles can look down
On the Giraffe.
He is the highest mammal around
Tall and proud
Seemingly miles above the ground.
Paul Butters
© PB 21\2\2022.
Feb 21, 2022
Feb 21, 2022 at 6:14 AM UTC
A gigantic, great giraffe thrusts his head
With that incredibly long neck,
Up into the high trees
To kiss the canopy.
He nibbles at those leaves,
Swirling them into his mouth
With that enormous tongue.
With his mottled, mosaic-patterned hide
He looks like a leopard on stilts
As he towers over all he surveys.
He’s not the most stylish of runners
With those spindly legs
But with that ever so long neck
This Giraffe is the king of the sky.
Only birds like Eagles can look down
On the Giraffe.
He is the highest mammal around
Tall and proud
Seemingly miles above the ground.
Paul Butters
© PB 21\2\2022.
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