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What can I see amongst the leaves, A pretty kitten, watching me. What lovely eyes, and an adorable face, If she belonged to me, I would call her Grace. I looked around, no sign of a mother, Not even a sister or a brother. She plays amongst the pretty flowers, Running round and round for hours. I leave some food outside my door, She keeps on coming back for more. Off she goes, when darkness falls, I don’t know where she goes, Maybe she has a home, who knows. — Gillian Reid |