The Balancing Giraffes
The balancing giraffes were standing high end to end.
Each one a relative or a terrifically great friend.
I would not have truly believed it myself of course
For I have never seen it in elephants or horse.
But I was in an airplane over New York City
When I looked out the airplane window and saw her pretty.
She was the top giraffe, and she was up in the cloud.
She was silent, but smirking, not a bit vulgar or loud.
How did you get up here? I wondered. Then I looked below
She was the top of sixteen giraffes all stacked high in a row.
The bottom one was standing on a skyscraper that came way up high.
So that is how they got her way up in the air, in the sky.
Hey, I said to my sleeping seatmate. Can you see what I see?
She looked out the window, but the giraffe was gone now you see.
What is it she asked me. Never mind, I said with a sigh.
Everybody does not get to see what I see in the sky.
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