Growing pains in their necks and legs
taller than the rest
at what point did the herd reject
begone giraffes - you are not of us
or did they just diverge
antelopes grazing, eyes to the ground
giraffes browsing, looking upwards
moving imperceptibly apart
until one moment they realised
they were strangers?
originally posted on this blog in July 2008 for Totally Optional Prompts
Meanwhile there's a second chance to read my poem Art House which I've just reposted over on my Shapeshifting Green blog here.