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Jun 2014
Who is that?
In my tree?
He's green and round.
He's watching me.
What should i do?
walk away?
Oh I know
just what to say.

"You there sir,
not much of a sir,
why are you in my tree?
Aggressivly moving around
then you're still,
but look like you want to be free.

You hold on tight
like your afraid to leave,
yet you look so angry and scary the same
i feel my eyes decieve

frantically curling up small
then opening up and spreading your wings
who are you,are you mean?
are you one that stings?

i move in closely
and as i **** theres a huge relief ,
the terror drains as i shout
its ok guys ...its a leaf!
Lucy-Dean Needham
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Lucy-Dean Needham  Chesterfield
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