a children’s poem by Thomas Davis
I saw a thin-necked, brown giraffe
Walk through my tallest, night-long dreams,
Its long legs flowing like the wind,
Its neck as thin as desert streams.
“Say,” I said. “Please, oh tell me, sir.
What are you doing in my dreams?
My dreams are full of dancing stars
And not giraffes brown, thin, and lean.”
The brown giraffe then looked around,
As if it hadn’t really looked,
And then it bolted from my dream
Into the pages of this book.
fourwindowspress 
Ha ha! This is lovely Thomas! I can so easily picture the puzzled look on the giraffe’s face. A great poem to read to my little grandchildren
Hope you are healing well
Christine
Wonderful, Thomas! When I read these, I get to be a happy child for a moment.
Made me smile, Thomas! Love that ending. 🙂
Ahh…this poem reminds me of a very fond memory of reading to my daughters one of my favourite giraffe books: Gerald the Giraffe, Giraffe’s Can’t Dance. The book ends with Gerald understanding that we all can dance when we find the music that we love. Giraffe’s are so playful. This poem is delightful.
Full of whimsical magic.
Lovely ‘nursery rhyme’ poem, Thomas!