They whisper: amazing how lightly she walks.
Her legs are as graceful as flower stalks.
And look at her flawlessly velvety skin,
Finesse never witnessed before by her kin.
They murmur: perfection, and dab at their eyes.
Their first-born - a girl, a magnificent prize.
That sweet little nose and those delicate ears,
So dream-like, so different from all of her peers
That romp in the playground, ungainly and wild.
So precious, they sigh, such a miracle child.
They watch her all night, up till something a.m.-
A small stocky rhino that looks just like them.