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Es­capril 2019
Prompt: pick an an­i­mal

Alone the zebra’s stripes say, “Eat me!”
And call to the chee­tah’s bite (or tsetse),
But group­ing up will hide their limbs,
And form a whirl­wind when stride be­gins
To daz­zle any watch­ful eyes;
Care­ful: blood will botch the dis­guise.
On the sa­van­nah to stand out is to die,
So when I see the gi­raffe, I just think, “why?”