giraffe

the giraffe lowers her head to have a close look at you
-you don't seem to be a hunter, a child rather, an immature creature unaware of the meaning of what it perceives, am i right?- asks the giraffe
-i used to be older a while ago, but i've lost many years by singing that song
-you have gained them my dear, i know this song, trust me, it has a secret refrain, not the one you have learnt in kindergarten, but a more profound one.
-sing it to me please
-maybe, but i wonder what makes you look so blue