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7d
The little girl hunkers down
And holds out her right hand
Just as she has been shown.
Two sun-streaked plaits extending from
Her bright green cycle helmet.

The cat is velvet soft and grey
His fur is thick and inviting.
He pads forward and raises his chin
Then slowly, slowly, rubs his head
Against her outstretched fingers.

She can’t quite keep inside
A little sound of pure delight.
Written back when that green cycle helmet still fitted her.
Written by
K L King
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