It’s her ermine blush
\nIt’s just that rush
\nOf blood within my soul
\nIt’s her tapestry
\nThe light that be
\nIt’s under control<\/p>\n
That uniqueness she displays
\nBared and so unphased
\nAccepted by the herd
\nWho doesn’t say a word
\nrhythm she has rhythm
\nAnd evenness of foot
\nAnd sharp lines and such harmony
\nAnd everything is put
\nIn motion and her balanced gait
\nHer sweet kinetic energy
\nShe’s got through her young life so far
\nIN Tanzania we can see
\nA trance like state her peacefulness
\nA traveller in time
\nA magnetism draws me in
\nIf I could only climb<\/p>\n
I have never been a steeple jack
\nOr a soarer or a lark
\nSo riding on her back today
\nI could make a mark
\nBut as she is upstanding
\nIn her glorious attire
\nI think I would need a trampoline
\nI know I am liar<\/p>\n
There is no way I could ride upon
\nFor Gravity would be
\nTaking over everything
\nI am no light weight you see
\nHer pigment clearly different
\nFrom the others of her brood
\nA pearly frosted ungulate
\nAnd so lovely to be viewed <\/p>\n
Out of the sights of rifles
\nAt her kaleidoscopic skin
\nBlinded by the whiteness
\nJust out for a spin
\nThe absurdity of killing
\nWhen a photograph would be
\nA Wonderful reminder of
\nHer vulnerability<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 … Continue reading