There it was, out in the cold.
I couldn't bare it, I wanted it to unfold
So I got out of bed.
It was moving, when I thought it was dead.
I moved closer to it, it ran away,
I felt sad, I wanted it to stay.
I didn't know what to do, so I went to sleep.
The next morning I woke up I was thinking deep.
The next night it was talking to me,
It was very angry it kicked me on my knees...
By Shakil Ahmed 8NK
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