Gray. Gray. Gray.



Full of nothing.
And every one caught
Has a white belly.
Not supposed to happen.
Gray. Gray. Gray.
Only grey. Not white.
Gran dame. No. Gran pere.
Someone. From somewhere.
Ran away. They mourned the
loss. It was never found. Way too
small. It crept from its home. Hid. 
Hid. Hid. And fell in love. Way back. 
Too far to know. Lost in time. And
place. Only not. Every one caught has
a white belly. Now. Here. Found. Finally.
© Karen Casady 2019 

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