Red Panda
I’m not like my cousins, I’m gentle you see.
I do all my living and eating from a tree.
I’m cute and I’m soft, but never should you touch.
A stuffed version of me would be loved very much.
A rare breed I am, I am special, they say.
So stop tearing down trees or I’ll go away!
I’m here for you now to gaze in wonder upon.
Know, I might go, due to things man has done.
So enjoy me for now and take pictures of me
As I eat this bamboo while sitting in this tree.
for my daughter Megan
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