Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Giraffe in Me

I am in a garden at night.

A giraffe I have turned into

As I see me in the moonlight,

With spots and stripes of green and blue.

What a weird sight to contemplate!

I must be dreaming this but why?

Maybe was something that I ate.

I have this feeling that I am high.

But since I'm here I look around,

Made easier by my long neck,

Curious 'bout this wild I've found.

So I'm tripping out - what the heck!

Not a night mare, but night giraffe,

Does not scare me but makes me laugh.