A whisper tells all there is.
I heard her first thing talking to them.
I casually asked is anyone is out there.
I should have known by her talking to them in a voice of glee
Back again, two of them. They live here.
We’re not surprised we’re happy.
those monkey rabbits keep us busy.
I is like reading the 1919 book of Benjamin Franklin.
Keeps me busy. Also, must consider:
How to we protect those dears?
These critters to whom we grow attached.
Rain is mentioned without materializing.
Eyes to the sky.
At least we know why.
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