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The Rhino

Prehistoric in appearance, survivor of time and age
Here we find you in the wild, not in a steel cage
Standing your ground in the fading rays of sunlight
Will you, in the dark of night, a predator have to fight?

Who carved you from nature’s sand and stone?
Thick skin, like steel plate, sturdy limb and bone
On your nose you grow a thick and hairy horn
Is this for show or in a predator’s side a hole is torn?

Tufts of hair on pointed ears; do this enable you all sound to hear?
For with beady eyes your sights impaired to danger lurking near
How well can you smell with flared nostrils on a square upper lip?
Down wind, up wind your young will be protected with your horn’s tip

A definite trail in the dust you will leave with your unshod feat
On sand and stone you will tread, never flinching from the heat
Magnificent prehistoric beast, how long in the wild will you survive
For it is your horn that man seeks and thus your freedom they deprive