Giraffe-Arctic Fox

Giraffe

The sun is rising to his feet,

Shining with excessive heat,

The grass is dancing in the breeze,

And the birds are singing in the trees.

The Giraffe stands with patchwork coat,

Legs long enough to jump a moat,

Big eyes, glossy black,

And a tail that swishes forward and back.

When she walks, she has the grace of a queen,

Eating leaves, long and green,

She sticks out her blue tongue,

Other Giraffes, she strides among.

She loiters with the others,

Watching young’uns and their mothers,

Drinking from the green lake,

And rinsing in water that is opaque.

She feels graceful, stretching her neck out,

About her appearance, she never pouts,

She is well-mannered, respectful,

And when it comes to love, she is full.

Arctic Fox

The wind is whistling through his teeth,

Forming airborne snowflakes into wreaths,

The ocean waves lap at the shore,

Smashing icebergs with a roar.

The Arctic Fox shakes its coat, snowy and white,

His bushy tail is quite a sight,

The legs are short, but can run quick,

And he has short round ears that flick.

Chasing a lemming, he catches it,

Running keeps him healthy and fit,

And helps him reach his cozy den,

To assist in feeding his family of ten.