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May 2020
And there it was
So big
And grey
It’s bushy tail
Up high
Did sway

It seems inquisitive
As it pops it’s head over the wall
Looking around
Before running up and down
And picking bits up
From the ground

The window opens
To say hello
It runs away
In fear
Poor thing

It doesn’t realise
We are it’s friend
Written by
Sheila Stafford
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     The Untold, Imran Islam and Khoisan
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