On the front of my head, a big boned nose horn, I use it to ram things wherever I roam. It’s dusty, heavy, pointy and rough, as I age it gets longer, bigger and tough. My grey body, burley, built like a tank, moving on forward my feet stomp, clomp and clank. I graze where it’s hot, dusty and vast, over this landscape of which I’ve been cast.

I look not like a mammal but more like a dino – I stand like a bolder, for I am a RHINO.