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.