a little happiness came
Sprinting; hopping and popping
squirrel to my tiny feet
It climbed the branches
Crossed the bylane
Whiskers of a
Toothy eyes
Brushing an art
with an upper tail
And, thus
Found my heart stripped too
feather to my baby smile
And, drank a potion of it
to take one more life -
Whiskers of my happiness, and more ...
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