some people find it strange
to be friends with a giraffe.
with her legs so tall and graceful,
her neck reaches the sky,
she plucks the clouds,
for me.

if my giraffe planted a cherry pit
into the midnight sky,
I swear by sunrise,
the sky would be full of mini cherries,
luscious shades of bright
red.

my giraffe worries about not having
other little giraffes to play with,
I laugh, she’s the only giraffe I know.
all the animals sneak off noah’s ark
just to see her graze.

I worry she will turn away,
roam off and hang me to dry,
with no clouds, no cherries,
no animals to pet.
nothing.

but one look into those chocolate eyes,
and I know I am the fool.

I am friends with a giraffe,
is that so strange?

-elephant.