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She was a crafty creature
Shy and full of quick wit
I watched her across the meadow
Wishing I could be like her just a bit
Beautiful red hair and shiny bright eyes
She danced through the grass graceful and swift
I watched as she hunted her prey unaware
Then she stopped, held still, her whiskers sunlit
In a flash she leaped high up in the air
and for moment seemed suspended up there
Then down with a thump she landed so quick
And her lunch she gobbled up with a nip and a snick


Day 30 of National Poetry Month

Words and Image by Cicely Robin Laing © 2017


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