The last trophy

Africa was always his home
Respected by the many
A beautiful beast
In high regard under the sky
Any
Soul that walked around and saw
The great tall ranging soul
The great giraffe a vegetarian eating
In control
Of life high up consuming the leaves
Juicy and sweet
Taken out by a bit of a boy
Who considered himself the elite
A trophy hunting imbecile
Consumed by ugly ways
Ended the life of the great Giraffe
And sadly all it’s days
Will be gathering dust in a theme room