Giraffes
To see one lope across a field’s
An unexpected gift.
The leaves they munch most creatures
Couldn’t reach without a lift.
Their graceful necks and spindly legs
Are always a surprise,
While on their pelts their patterns form
A banquet for our eyes.
And yet today I read that they
Are sadly dying out,
Succumbing to the poachers
Who are hard to stop, no doubt.
We’d all be at a loss without
Giraffes upon the earth.
It blows my mind that greed decides
What certain things are worth.
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