![]() The Litte Being Part 3A Poem by imm's placeThe shrubs rustled and birds chirped The snores rustled the leaves above. Two green eyes opened to the sunlight A yawm sounding like the breeze escaping
Standing under the edge of the brush He glances out,listening too. There on the edge of the clearing Close to the huge bin was food
Watching for squirrels and giant hands He carefully dusts of the dry muck Shaking his pack out hoping the inside is clean Appraoching the mound of refuse
The little being carefully listens and looks The dunking by those little hands, gave him a fright Soon the summer will be here and crowds will thin Not to mention the family will be home
No more food forages through the park alone Opening his pack placing it so all the creamo cups Are lined up ready to fill. .Whump! He jumps and cowers The big beings can't see him,Yet that just missed his head.
After a short time he moves to the abandoned food. He climbs the burger cutting pieces here and there filling the little cups, one by one, meat and salad and bread Plunk, look an apple his favorite, he cuts lots of this off
Hiding under the brush when the noise sounds close He has found some juice, and fresh creamos What luck, the other animals haven't found this yet. Closing his filled pack, he checks for hands or animals
Picking up a lunch in his hand he moves off Through the brush he goes stopping in the heather Deep green eyes darting to and fro Look at all the people and pets
He will have to wait for dark Shivering while thinking about his impending trip Getting dunked in the puddle still fresh in his mind Seeing more legs and feet now he backs away.
Hiding in the dense heather he cowers Eating his lunch as the sun warms his soul Soon the little snores are rustling the leaves like the breeze Hidden from humans and pets in the flowers he rests.....
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