The accidental giraffe whose eyes

with telescopic neck bent slantwise

spot another continent from which springs

a jungle doctorate of dark knowing.

The mouth, a hydraulic wonder, the legs

a scaffold stretching or else four tent pegs

camped out on the surface of the sun.

A cryptic creature, metaphysical as Donne.

This quiet cadre of giraffes conspire

to keep a secret they have set afire.

During lunch their tongues are spastic squids

redoing precisely what the tail end undid.

Like a telegram, charmingly low-tech.

The leggiest vixen on the sun deck.




Photo By: wwarby