Crying by Ann Wood
I hear thatsomebody is crying
in the garden.
I go out there
to see who is it in
the garden and
why is crying.
When I go in the garden
I found a small child crying,
because lost his cat.
I tell him lets go
and look around for your cat.
When we found his cat.
I get to the kitchen
and make two cups of tea
and some sandwiches,
because it was late afternoon.
And I back to the garden
Where the young boy
Was playing
With his cat.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2017-04-10 at 16:13
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