Camouflaged Babushka
Try not to notice the stand-out babushka I was told.
I immediately whipped my face around, so big and bold.
She was really something with kerchief of green and gold.
I said not to look! Said my friend, whose face seemed old.
He is so smitten with his cat, it is almost ridiculous I know.
But he has no other relative, so he is in love with Bitsy Blow.
She wandered onto his back step one day in February snow.
I try my best to not see her, even though she has eyes that glow.
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