A tribute to the slain Giraffe

He walked on the soft beds of the Savannah with his head up high in the heavens

He looked down upon the fiercest beasts with his big kind eyes as he peacefully grazed

He was a calm soul, a gentle heart. His only fault- he was a rare beauty

She came on her wagon of death, looking to play her cruel sport- the one where she always wins

He was defenseless against her modern weapon

One loud bang and his head hit the dust, covered in blood. She laughed and took pictures as life left his nimble body, she posted pictures of him online as she took his last breath, scared and shocked

He did no wrong, yet executed for the pleasure of human vanity

He was no trophy for anyone to keep, he was a precious life like you and me

meant to roam wild and free