The Giraffe not only dies but must bear witness to the love displayed

He,  steals the life from this soul

who had shown us

life  mean’t so much to her

she was alive

she had been given, the natural camouflage

and the blood flowed in her

but she did dive

backwards, then forwards

and crash to the floor when

the bullets created that miasma

of pain

she felt so let down

straddled and coddled

broken and violently

caught in the refrain

of death in one moment

the blood in her body

ruptured and pouring

out as she left

this wonderful planet

her eyes were fast closing

her mind pre supposing

now she so bereft

of thought she was dying

tangled in a last gasp

of twisted and torn limbs

and one high pitched rasp

that was heard by the many

that had been her neighbours

that had sat in the tree tops

or flown in the air

they took on board her pain

they fluttered and spluttered

and in that last moment each

were aware

as to the hunters

those so called humane ones

they had no feeling of her pain

how she

had sunk to her knees in the anguish

of losing

her life to the bullets

that forced her to be

and they in their camouflage

stuck out like evil

demons they stood there

in their own repose

their lips joined as fire

tore out of their bellies

engrossed in their love play

which of course now shows

complete disregard

for the agony suffered

their licentious behaviour

was clearly remiss

sharing the breath

lips embalmed by the devil

imagining only their piece of bliss

caught in that moment

artificiality

burns out across all those watching

to see

the great beast so incensed rise up in the moment

and crush them together for eternity

e steals a kiss from a girl

they embrace as the warm blood

has ceased its great flow