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Go and Help It
What is it? A dog? Cat? Gerbil? Albino beast?
I am not sure; the forest does not know in the least.
I watched the creature approach a dried dandelion.
It began to whimper, next, it would be crying.
Go and help it! Someone’s voice came on the wind.
I was frightened a bit, it might be evil, not a friend.
Approaching it anyway, I decided to comfort her.
She teleported away, but I got a small piece of fur.
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Caren Krutsinger
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