Where are the Pandas
Where are they? I asked him at the door.
My voice cracked, was a bit of a whisper.
I had never seen pandas in bamboos before.
Look up, said the farmer, a tiny mister.
There were three of them, and they were sweet.
What do they eat? I asked. What do they eat?
Why do you think they are up in the bamboo? He asked me.
I had no idea, but I sure wanted to see….
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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