Ode To A Zebra

Published by Family Friend Poems August 2017 with permission of the Author.

I'm a stunning display of black and white,
Contrasting stripes to captivate sight.

My mane stands up straight and proud.
Every visual detail about me is loud.

Black with white stripes is what they say.
This matters not; I'm beautiful either way.

Never domesticated; no, not me.
I'm a zebra and I need to roam free.

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