GIRAFFE
Big-hearted giant
in a screen-printed coat
picking sky fruit
high up on your stilts
you
can run from the leopards
and kick-box hyenas
out-pace the old lion
with dinner on mind
but
who will protect you
from poachers with guns
when they come in their trucks
for your tail?
then
where will your calves go
and how will they follow
when forests have fallen
and earth is all scorched ?
for
you will be lost to us
only a memory
pressed between leaves
in the history books.
