Smokey
by Jim Lilley
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When Smokey strolls the garden in the Summer morning light
She stirs up quite a storm and gives, our feathered
friends a fright
They kick up such a ruckus and the din is heard
afar
As she shoots up trees at lightning speed as if
going to a star
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She has no fear of heights at all, as up she makes
her way
To the very thinnest branches, you should see
the way they sway
Birds screech and squawk and fly about, to try
and scare her off
But she holds on tight and wonders just, which
one that she should scoff
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The crows are diving all around and making such
a din
As Smokey moves from branch to branch, no matter
if they’re thin
The jackdaws, sparrows, blackbirds too, all try
to make her duck
But they don’t worry Smokey, for she has
lots of pluck
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When thing are at their noisiest, and it seems
that she must fall
She decides she’s caused enough upset, and
she’ll just ignore them all So down she comes with leaps
and bounds and calmly saunters off
To have a rest and dream awhile, before her food
she’ll scoff.
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