A TOWER-ING EXPERIENCE

             

   

Memories flashed upon my inward eye, yet again,

Sight of this giant species, indeed a spectacle,

Anytime, anywhere, breathtaking, never  in refrain,

For a sexagenarian, it remains still a receptacle.

                                          

The stimulus, a report, about these moving towers,

The giraffe paradox, my batch mates’  reference,

This ignition, fueling the tiring weekends’ powers,

 A comparison  with human heart  in preference.

 

We feel, ignorance is bliss, even worse, this reveals,

Dwarfed  at times, aren’t we!, many  a time every day,

Many a thing we see, yet we never bother the scales,

So, giraffe will detail his vital statistics to our dismay.

                                     

The tallest mammal on land, Oh! thrice your height,

Two hundred stones and heavier than my fair lady,

Neck, my supreme organ, two feet long serves right,

Nuchal thrust aids my feast, leaves falling as prey .

                             

Purplish prehensile tongue, imparting  powerful ways,

Leaves helping me instead, giving me the hydration,

Few sips here and there quenches my thirst, for days,

Long neck helping the natural pollens dissemination,

 

Heart, my power horse, pumps one liter every second,

Ten times your own heart’s power, indeed  a miracle,

The jugulars with valves prevent a vascular rebound,

The rete mirabile  stalls the fluctuant cerebral debacle.