The Zebra

When I think of stripes and dimples,
Or a man without any pimples,
Zebra comes to my mind immediate,
A handsome man who is a little quiet.

Curious he is when in a conversation,
Many questions he asks to get clarification.
Playful he is and jokes he freely shares,
Helpful he is and this is how he cares.

Blessed with an analytical mind,
To think and ponder – he is the kind.
Perhaps like stripes white and black,
There is no gray in his mental sack.

Black or white, Hot or cold,
Choose only one, we are told.
Not the dark but into light,
Zebra to Pegasus, from ground to flight.

The Zebra by Pilgrim