Zippitys Playground
The playground I chose to write about,
Is open twenty four seven, night or day,
It is beyond any expectable doubt, dangerous
Paradise to young animals, some human
Children perhaps even envious!
Zippity was a young, playful giraffe,
His mother always warned him of the riffraff
He was popular, always made others laugh
As inquisitive as any human child,
He loved the wild South African bush,
This was his oyster!
Never crossed his mind, he was young,
Vulnerable and tasty prey,
Watch out Zippity mom would say.
One day, bored and wanting to play
He made a new friend
Who would not talk, but followed him
Around, ran when he ran
Got up when Zippity got up or if Zippity
Lay down so did he,
But both did the same
At the same speed of light,
The two were so alike to Zippity’s delight.
Mom snorted for him
It was midday – he could only see the
Shape of a rock by his feet
Hey there Zippity, why don’t you post
This mystery on “Twitter”
And overnight become famous and glitter.
But gradually he reappeared
As the day progressed, the new
Found friend became leaner and taller.
If it rained he didn’t come out to play
And if it was cloudy, the same
Zippity was confused, was his friend
Playing some new kind of game?
Right now he was happy, playing in their
Own playground, bigger than any,
They played hide and seek between
Bushes, tall grass and trees,
Splashed in puddles, the weather always hot,
With a warm easterly breeze.
One day riffraff appeared, Zippity noticed
Did not look like his friend at all,
Mom on alert and on call!
She was bravely determined, an angry scared
Mom who stood her ground
The only sound,
Her loud and heavy snorting
And her pounding
Foot, besides the rustling of leaves
And a hyenas laugh the fiercest of predators,
Who move silently like thieves!
The Hyena knew all too well that a kick in her side,
Or her head,
She’d be dead!
She turned and slinked away,
Leaving behind Zippity and mom,
Now the happiest animals
Under the sun.
Can I go play with my friend,
Zippity said,
My darling giraffe
That animal, is mighty
And bold but she is your riffraff
Always remember,
Your mom’s words,
And beware of such turds.
And as for your friend,
He is called a shadow, and does not
Play, at any time during the day
When the sun is not shining,
Call him your twin
If you want, he is kind of kin.
But I prefer the name shadow shouted
Zippity loud,
As his friend and the sun disappeared
Behind a cloud.
My Shadow, my shadow
Zipperty danced and
ran around,
“All creatures great and small,
The Lord God made them all”.
Mom neighed,
"And shadows will enthrall".
THIS ADOLESCENT HAD A LOT OF FUN FINDING HIS OWN SHADOW IN THE PARK
Entering Contest : Playground poetry contest
Sponsor: Shreya LN
22/06/2021
Copyright © Jennifer Proxenos | Year Posted 2021
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