Image by Manisha Mahalingam
Day wakes me up
the breeze nudging me
whispering promises for the day.
I stretch, yawn and
look around.
Today my mother is calm,
the sky is not broken
the leaves are peaceful
and the birds sing.
I whip my brushy tail around
and scramble to the top of my tree.
There, my food grows.
My mother always looks after me.
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