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Minoush

with a swish of her tail she’s off to explore

through wild flowers and grasses

crouched down to hide amongst petals

ears pricked, she spies her next adventure

and springs

the mouse didn’t have a chance

she carries her prey home, dropping it on bleached tiles

miaows a “You’re welcome,” and waits for thanks

for the gift, the gift that keeps on giving

Author:

Mother, daughter, friend, teacher. 12 hour work-related days were common. Carving out a new routine. Amateur writer.

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