What did we look like to the gemsbok?

The gemsbok believe in nothing. They shoo each other away with their horns. They play the piano while the sun sets. When the sun sets on the gemsbok it leaves them in a pitch black African night. There is nothing but darkness and the wishes of the wind and the light step of predators, and the gemsbok believe in nothing.
Some years ago I was at the Museum of Natural History on the Upper West Side with Jarnow the Penguin. We walked amongst the African mammals. Speaking at and to them. A few creatures hanging out and acting natural in their natural habitat. A day in the life. The monkeys permanently playful and relaxed. The lions and tigers never asleep.
We reached the gemsbok. They are savannah mammals similar to oryx and gazelles, with long horns that could spell the end of anyone who became acquainted with them. All the other animals had been angled toward each other. They were interacting in one way or another. The gemsbok were different. They stood in formation with the middle one in front, and the other four fanning behind. They stood straight ahead looking out the glass like they could see us. Sentry to the painted grasslands behind them, all day watching humans walk over, look at them, make noises muffled by the glass, and walk away. Jarnow said: “We are gemsbok. We believe in nothing.”