When we think of a giraffe <br />We think of that long neck <br />That reaches to the tree tops <br />While its feet are on the deck <br /> <br />But it isn’t just it’s neck that’s long; <br />On extended legs they come <br />And there’s six or seven feet between <br />Ground level and their bum <br /> <br />And what is quite amazing is <br />When they are giving birth <br />The little one just has to fall <br />That distance to the earth. <br /> <br />The poor wee thing must be quite stunned <br />And woken with a jerk <br />And straight away it tries to stand <br />On legs that that don’t quite work. <br /> <br />It staggers upright, sways about <br />As best as it is able, <br />Its legs in all directions <br />Like a boot sale coffee table. <br /> <br />Then having got that sorted out <br />And after one last shudder, <br />It has to find its mother <br />And get started on the udder. <br /> <br />Oh, mother nature’s wonderful. <br />Her methods aren’t that clever, <br />But everything works out all right. <br />Giraffes go on forever.<br /><br />Terry Donovan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/baby-giraffe/
