The Enigma

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There is naught I could compare thee with,
no match in mind, creature of foreign land.
Your rhythmic stride, grace comparative,
eccentricity, tree-tops you command.

With lashes long, soft, liquid eyes, light brown,
sky-scraper tall, you view your sun-baked earth.
Silhouette odd against the sky, sundown,
Oh, nature’s tallest giant, spotted girth.

An evolutionary enigma,
precariously you walk in your space,
not a spot out of place or a stigma,
the definition of long-legged grace.

May your numbers never be cut in half.
The Earth will cry if we lose the giraffe.


Author Notes

This is my very first Sonnet...

14 Comments for “The Enigma”

Grace Jardine

says:

An evolutionary enigma,
precariously you walk in your space,
not a spot out of place or a stigma,
the definition of long-legged grace.

WOW. Even if you just posted that part, this poem would still be incredible. You have a way of saying so much in such a quiet, but powerful way. I really admire your writing style!

Tim Hillebrant

says:

Great write, Lisa,

We lost a couple Giraffes at the Boise zoo. A couple people from an organization that oversees accredited zoos came out and determined what the issue was- now we have healthy giraffes, which is cool. I like them myself- a giraffe is one of the first animals I remember seeing on my first trip to the zoo as a kid. My mom used to tell a story of a sloppy wet kiss one gave me as an infant. LOL

Well done!

RissRyker518

says:

Thank you, Tim! I love the giraffe. It really is, anatomically speaking, a miracle of nature. what a great memory you have! Personally, I hate seeing them in zoos, but these days it seems like it’s the only place they’re safe!

says:

This is a poignant poem and a tribute to giraffes. Bless these fantastic creatures. You have described their plight well. You are a prolific, talented writer. Keep up the good work.

RissRyker518

says:

Why thank you, Patricia! I worry about these gentle giants as they are poached to near extinction. It really will be a sad, sad day when it happens, and at the rate they are being killed, it won’t be long now.

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