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Dec 2012

Something in my garden,
Small dark stout.
Is it coming in?
Or maybe going out?

Hidden in the long grass,
Almost out of sight.
Edging in slowly ,
In case it gets a fright.

Little beady eyes,
Long thin nose.
Sharp bent clause,
On little hairy toes.

As it scurries off quickly,
To winter hibernate.
I see the snow is coming,
Hope he's not too late.
John Ryles
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John Ryles  United Kingdom
(United Kingdom)   
   Holly W, Chandler Lauren and Raj Arumugam
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