Give me a tall one.

 




He paced elongated
head near the clouds
spots and orange
would mystify.
alone, and seldom crowds.
those big cats feared
his foreleg swipe
or dreadful slicing hooves.
then he so silently returned
to munching branches moved.
samba, so the natives named
and samba, most would love.
silhouetted gainst the twilight sky
kilimanjero above.

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