Stretching high across the land,

With spots of brown on golden skin,

A gentle giant, nature's win.

Low to the ground where the shadows fit.

Through vents and cables, he slips like smoke,

A short-necked spy with a master’s cloak.

They laughed at his size—now they tremble with fear,

Agent Stump’s name is all they hear.

Swift, unseen, where the tall ones can’t creep,

A legend born where danger runs deep.

Spots like a puzzle, horns on her head,
Sleeps standing up—she’s lazy in bed!
Stretching so high where no one can reach,
Living her life by the tallest tree’s beach! 🌳🦒

the gate swings open, I slip by

Paws on pavement, heart beats fast

Tonight’s the night im free at last

Bumped her head-then ducked once more.

She sighed, "Being tall is quite the chore...

But at least I never mop the floor!"

A giraffe dreams beneath the night.

Once he roamed where acacias swayed,

No cold stone paths beneath him lay.

The sky still glows a golden hue,

But freedom’s winds no longer blew.

He stretches high to taste the air,

Yet finds no open spaces there.

His heart still beats with wild desire,

A longer flame, a captive fire.

For though they cage his weary frame,

His soul still runs, forever untamed.

A giraffe with a neck so tall,

Loves Paddy Power, he’d bet it all.

Slots spinning fast, cards on the stack,

Chasing big wins, never looking back.

But luck was fleeting, pockets grew light,

Still, he’d return every day and night.