Nicky Poem by Ima Ryma

I hear them say I was born blind.
I am not sure of what that means.
Humans around me are so kind,
Giving me lots of love and greens.
They say I can have surgery,
And maybe return to the wild.
Maybe my mother I will see,
And nature will be reconciled.
But if that happens, so's the chance
That I will not see life too long,
Victim of poaching circumstance.
Some humans do right, others wrong.

I am Nicky, a blind rhino,
Looking for right - help make it so.