The Zebra


With Mohawk mane and lashes long,
The zebra is a fashion plate
Who easily can find a mate.

This dashing youth hath done no wrong—
Do not mistake his stylish stripes
For prison garb of tougher types.

En masse, they are not all the same;
Each one is marked distinctively
To match his personality.

Like Libras well-behaved and tame,
They seem deceptively at ease,
But soon kick up their heels when pleased.

The zebra is a gentle horse
Who seldom will resort to force.
The herd protects him; you will find
He's never far from his own kind.


©2018 Michael Fraley




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