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