by Mary E. Lowd
March 7, 2021
Sleeping in a tree,
Cozy as can be,
Squished between branches,
This red panda dances,
Through dreams,
And visions,
We can’t see.
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From the book: Some Words Burn Brightly: An Illuminated Collection of Poetry
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