If offered, I could grab one and ask it to fly away with me to a far away land of plenty. But neither of us kinds of creatures possess the implements needed to arise and shine in flight. How could klipspringer and I display the glory of our friendship to the world if we can't stay in the air? Wings and flight is and has always been something else. Birds have it, insects have it and the Wright brothers' big invention has it too. Their kinds of nerves and wires make them do it! I can walk and that suits me. Klipspringer can hop, leap and jump and gallop, almost all at once. On walks I see a lot of what the world has under my feet, and so does klipspringer. I miss the touch with the earth if I am not walking and so much brings me the eeriness of "I don't feel at home" and makes me want to touch down to be home. So does klipspringer; it hops high up, leaps far out but always lands as soon as it goes up, up. Because we both love it down here.

Klipspringer. Wow, so handsome. The hops, so majestic. The confidence, so high it literally hops around with its confidence in tow everywhere he leaps unto. The horns; a twin jutting out the tiny skull like a pair of large calibre bullets, yet so neatly positioned and you could tell, despite the minuteness of the pair, the sharpness and toughness bore a loud alert and warning to the worst of their impending enemies. Klipspringer. Little toes called hooves are almost lesser than a pinkie finger -a human's pinkie, not an orangutan's kind. Yet the hop from them is a wonder. So much so that I wanted to be baptized into becoming Klipsringer. What would I miss the most if that truly happened? A house. Just that? No problem. I'd have a home instead at the klipsringer's where height is everything.Not the standing height and not the flying height. The altitude of being able to hike and live up there, on any rocky peaks of the arid corners of our earth where paths have none other than klipspringer. To own the klipspringer's nose seems like it'd mean to only have access to the nicest of scents, fragrances and delicacies and for taking in clean air only.

The silverish, coat of fur is the best birthday suits klipspringer is endowed with and is so blessed and lucky to wear it all round the clock. Klipspringer is so crazy about proper hygiene that it even returns home after their ever fun errands of dutiful race, browse and graze up and down treacherous gorges, canyons and escarpments, still crystal fresh. I met my first ever klipspringer when I was already an adult but I still wanted to cry like a baby because of the sheer awesomeness. Not the tiniest, tiniest of the deer on the land, but are certainly microscopic when a congregation of rocky hills, that they perfectly blend in with, is the backdrop of their home. That's so klipspringer! It moistens the eyes that there are not too many of them out there and there's definitely not too many scientists, if any, looking out for them to make sure they are breeding ok. I didn't see them again when I returned to a spot I was so sure to meet klipspringer again in a beautiful jungle of mine in Kenya. Could someone assure me klipspringer is just fine, please?