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Animals Her new scions are born into the night
In a vicinity deprived of cosy space
The round crystal ball provides the light
Or they stumble in that sombre place.
A distorted summer dream tarries for long
I hear no wind whimpering from trees nearby
Even birds feel anxious to sing their song
I see no moon radiating from the sky.
Halle’s scions bring me a basket of surprise!
Amazing in their coat of pure black and white;
A blessing of joy to see as I arise!
Lovely kittens greet me with great delight!
6 february 2009
