Stripped Giraffe Poem by Serena Heart

A stripped giraffe upon my lawn grazing,
so here I go I will lasso my luck
yet I wonder what have I been blazing?
but high atop its horns my rope  is stuck
Neck thrashing, its eyes staring me down,
shrieking groaning bright spots hypnotizing
its hooves shine bright gleaming in fear I drown
nostrils steaming the stink vitalizing
my heart pumping molten iron through me
my mind pulsing inside my soul burning
so then I turn to run like a banshee
trembling I feel my stomach churning
It this be the result of bad judgment
Never again will I know atonement