Biodiversity challenge – Gerenuk

How the gerenuk found its nook

Long, long ago on the African plains
Your Great, Great, Great, Great, Great, Great
Granny and her mum
Were waiting vainly for the late, late
Rains to come.
Mummy gerenuk
Took one look
At the cloudless sky
And one more at the bone-dry grass,
Then shook her head and said
(In antelope):
‘Alas,
There’s little hope
Of finding greener pastures.
So, my lass,
Hang tough.
It’s time to prove
You’ve grown enough
To stand up on your own
Two hooves.
No self-respecting gerenuk believes
That we were meant
To graze with our heads bent
Like lowly cows;
We need to raise our sights,
And reach up to the highest heights
Where we can browse
On juicy leaves
To satisfy our need
For food and water,
So, take heed.’
At which, her daughter
(Great, Great, Great, Great, Great, Great Gran)
Began to crane her neck,
Then reared up on her two hind legs until
Her tongue was close enough to pluck
The luscious foliage
And eat her fill.
And that was all it took
Your enterprising ancestor
To claim a vacant eco-nook,
Or, as we call it,
Great, Great, Great, Great, Great, Great Granny’s
Gerenuk cranny.

© Tim Knight and timknightwriter, 2014.

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