The only white giraffe in the world

It’s her ermine blush
It’s just that rush
Of blood within my soul
It’s her tapestry
The light that be
It’s under control

That uniqueness she displays
Bared and so unphased
Accepted by the herd
Who doesn’t say a word
rhythm she has rhythm
And evenness of foot
And sharp lines and such harmony
And everything is put
In motion and her balanced gait
Her sweet kinetic energy
She’s got through her young life so far
IN Tanzania we can see
A trance like state her peacefulness
A traveller in time
A magnetism draws me in
If I could only climb

I have never been a steeple jack
Or a soarer or a lark
So riding on her back today
I could make a mark
But as she is upstanding
In her glorious attire
I think I would need a trampoline
I know I am liar

There is no way I could ride upon
For Gravity would be
Taking over everything
I am no light weight you see
Her pigment clearly different
From the others of her brood
A pearly frosted ungulate
And so lovely to be viewed

Out of the sights of rifles
At her kaleidoscopic skin
Blinded by the whiteness
Just out for a spin
The absurdity of killing
When a photograph would be
A Wonderful reminder of
Her vulnerability