The Rothschild giraffe
Snatches a pellet from my fingers
With its long gray tongue
The Rothschild giraffe
Snatches a pellet from my fingers
With its long gray tongue
How to Take a Great Selfie
Hold up camera in one hand.
With the other, hold a food
pellet
between finger and thumb.
Let Rothschild giraffe
put its huge head over
your shoulder
and snatch the pellet with
its long gray tongue.
Snap the selfie.
If that fails, have the
tour guide take it.
Rothschild Giraffes of
Kenya
Beautiful Rothschild Giraffes
deserve their rock-star
status
at the Giraffe Centre.
Brown and cream patched coat,
white socks
and very long gray tongue.
They develop a rhythm
of scooping up food pellets
with their tongue
from one tourist to the
next and back.
Hold a pellet up for a
selfie
as it places its giant
head
over your shoulder to snatch
a snack.
Snacks don’t spoil their
meals, though.
They eat 145 pounds of
acacia leaves a day
to keep their very tall
bodies going.
Beautiful, beautiful
animals.
The
future
Filled with
surprises
Maybe not
It will come
Yes, here,
there or in the air
What will
future hold?
First Day in Nairobi
Streets and underpasses,
(with few traffic lights)
filled with people selling
odds
an ends flowers, fruit,
veggies,
toys, pictures, just about
anything,
mini cars and motorcycles
zipping by,
tall trellises replacing
foliage loss
from highways and bridges.
At our hotel, taking a nap
after a thirteen-hour
flight,
letting family know we
made it,
meeting people from our
tour group,
eating a delicious dinner,
figuring out the voltage
converter and adaptors.
I don’t have to be a prophet
to know
that these nine days will
go by fast.
In the Near Future
In the near future (do not
laugh)
I may be kissing a giraffe
Or, at least, I may cuddle
one
There’s many ways of having
fun
In the near future, here’s
the plan
See a museum, if we can
Out of Africa’s Karen
Blixen
There’s many ways of
having fun
In the near future, here’s
the plan
We’ll buy some art that’s
African
Or taste a sweet African
bun
There’s many ways of having
fun
Writing a Scary Poem
It’s hard to write a scary
poem
while I’m trying not to
think of scary things.
I have to convince myself
my safari guides
don’t want me to be
gored by a rhino,
mauled by lions
or snapped in half by a
hippo
any more than I want to
be.
And I remind myself
that God is with me
wherever I go whether
Colorado, Arizona, Nebraska,
New York or Kenya.