Long legged long necked
\nIts the high trees to where
\nThese wonderful animals
\nAll so aware
\nOf their enormous structure
\nImagine their gait
\nHow hard it must be
\nTo just demonstrate<\/p>\n
The power and emotion
\nOnes head in the sky
\nOnes feet firmly on the ground
\nExalted so high
\nThose leaves that no other
\nCan reach they must be
\nAs sweet as the sunlight
\nThat only they see<\/p>\n
And being so tall
\nA complete panorama
\nFrom all sorts of levels
\nImagine the drama
\nUpwards and onwards
\nA pure energy
\nAnd great strength
\nTranslated from off
\nEvery tree<\/p>\n
Enter the bad arse
\nThe man with a bow
\nMentally struggling
\nHe wants to grow
\nBut however many animals
\nHe shoots and eats
\nHe is ant like in stature
\nOne of the cheats<\/p>\n
And his target is
\nThis fine giraffe
\nAnd why
\nThis is canned hunting
\nAnd if she does die
\nThe bounty is a figure
\nThat he can afford
\nThis wonderful soul
\nWill be his reward<\/p>\n
She looks down and sees him
\nAnd easily could
\nKick him into oblivion
\nAnd bloody should
\nBut she is a wild soul
\nShe gives it thought
\nShe is perfectly sane
\nAnd not a bit over wrought<\/p>\n
By the ant man who cometh
\nWith his fatuous ways
\nShe be his mentor
\nBut sadly she pays
\nClear headed and coherent
\nHe, manic and crazed
\nFires off a bolt
\nThat might have just grazed
\nThe side of her shoulder
\nBut another let fly
\nThat brought her crashing down
\nWith a tear in her eye<\/p>\n
How many bad arse hunters
\nOut there really know
\nHow their victim lives
\nAnd what lies below
\nThe skin level honestly
\nWhat wisdom they
\nHave about anything
\nWhich has to play
\nInto the psyche
\nOf the victim who will
\nLie there a dying
\nBut be incredibly still<\/p>\n
Bad arse hunters
\nWho kill for the money its cost
\nLions are beyond them
\nSo Africa’s lost too many
\nGiraffes they are falling like flies
\nIf you are a bad arse its quite a prize
\nAnd this fool believes he is a hero
\nFor he is recorded elsewhere
\nWith a child on his knee
\nTelling the child lets go kill
\nA giraffe
\nDo you want to kill one
\nHis sentiments naff<\/p>\n
They are wonderfully ignorant
\nTheir naivete
\nAnd artlessness so high
\nThey themselves cannot see
\nSo unenlightened and unteachable too
\nObsessed with their grandeur
\nDeranged thats my view<\/p>\n
That beautiful earthling
\nThat stretched to the sky
\nWith so much fine colour
\nAnd expectations so high
\nA great optimism a visual flight
\nA romantic at heart
\nThe truest of sight<\/p>\n
Has been felled
\nBy some arrows
\nAnd is now lost to the world
\nDeath in a dust cloud
\nSwept down and hurled
\nInto a maelstrom of falsehood and pain
\nEverything stopped
\nShe will not move again<\/p>\n
Her eyes are still open
\nObserving her death
\nThat true perspicuity
\nBehind that breath
\nGone now forever
\nThe darkness rolls by
\nCaptures her breath
\nAnd away it does fly<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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