On Sunday morning
I opened the window
And what did I see?
And I was not mistaken
So beautiful, and it flew
Who?
A dove?
No
A bee?
No
A beetle?
No
Then who?
So beautiful and flying?
A giraffe
I told Mom
And she said it was imagination
It can’t be that there’s a giraffe in the window
And my big brother
Said that it’s not nonsense
Because the giraffe ate his strawberry
So we went up together
On Sunday
To see if there is a giraffe
Flying at the window
And what did we see, and we weren’t mistaken?
Long, long
Like a shoelace
What?
A ladder?
No
A kite?
No
A rope?
No
Then what?
Long, long
Like a shoelace
Come on, say it already—
A neck
A giraffe’s neck is long like a shoelace,
It brought the giraffe, on Sunday,
To our window