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A cold, cold autumn wind,
Tickles my edges to the frills.
Making me wave to the people,
And starts to give me the chills.

Now a stronger gust,
Lifts my silken body free.
My shiny red skin shimmers,
For all the world to see.

Soaring like an eagle,
Two wings flapping bold.
Gliding past a homeless man,
Who tries to bear the cold.

Whizzing by a baker’s window,
Scents of pastries so yummy.
Glazed delights all so tasty,
Oh I wish I had a tummy.

Well, I suppose it’s best,
No watching calories or fat.
No diets and no exercise,
Well, what do you think of that?

Flying high with no care,
And free with utter delight.
Floating about until dusk,
That soon shall turn to night.

Few leaves play with me,
Falling from nearby trees.
Racing past me quickly,
Riding the autumn breeze.

My red serpent tail,
Rattles like a song.
Descending to pavement below,
And starts to slither along.

As I creep on by,
Hunting no prey at all.
Slipping down a storm drain,
Floating with the fall.

Tunnels with brown water,
Lead to a murky lake.
Silt crowds around me,
No fish here for Heaven’s sake.

Out here in this lake,
As one fisherman sits.
He nibbles on peaches,
And spits out the pits.

He carries at his side,
All that he holds dear.
A lonely soul he was,
Fishing this time of year.

He snags on my end,
And reels me to his side.
I curl up into a bow,
There is no reason to hide.

He smiles down at me,
And I gleam back too.
He places me in his pocket,
Knowing just what to do.

A few hours later,
He brings me back out.
To show to his daughter,
Who now begins to shout.

Her happy little grin,
A cheerful girlish giggle.
She waves me about,
Making me wiggle.

She shows me her dolly,
With old muddy hair.
And places me in it,
For me to take care.

I will make her pretty,
My red silk does shine.
This is where I’m happy,
I knew so all the time.
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