ODE TO THE GIRAFFE
by Gary R. Hess
Your bottle neck stretches to the heavens
for all to see and be seen.
With the trees and by the trees
your body grew towards the sky and makes believe
the world is its paradise.
Your wobbly pencil sticks give you enough power
to take on the most ferocious beasts
but yet still enough height to lift away from fears.
The spots. Oh, your spots!
They give you character like nothing else.
They protrude your skin with substance
of some sense more than other creatures wish to bear.
The colors of honey and lemon do well to serve you
for all the needs this world has and combinations
this world needs in that of honey and lemon.
Your feet were seen as so beautiful that God gave you four
and your ears so blessed he tried to give you more
He split your toes on middle down
and gave you ossicones, your lovely crown.
Your wide-eyed appearance
is everything and literal
that your face needn’t care
that it’s so delightful.
My lovely giraffe,
you are but a friend of mine,
oh, my lovely giraffe,
your truly a friend of mine.