The Giraffe

Written for dVerse Poets Pub
Poetics:  Menagerie. (Posted by msjadeli)

A pleasant, gentle look
of kindness on the face
of a giraffe.  They stroll
about on daddy-long legs,
necks gracefully reaching 
up toward top branches
of greenery.  Always on
the alert for the laughing 
sounds of the dreaded
hyena, their only foe.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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10 Responses to The Giraffe

  1. kim881 says:

    Your poem reminded me of that moment in The Last of Us, when they discover the giraffes. Nicely done, Sarah.


  2. msjadeli says:

    Sara, I love your characterization of the giraffe, they do have gentle and kind looks on their faces and “daddy-long legs.” Nature always has to throw that shadow on the light doesn’t it. I hope they usually outrun the hyenas 😦


  3. pvcann says:

    You brought a smile, daddy long legs, such an apt description.


  4. memadtwo says:

    Such wonderful faces they have. (K)


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