by Joan Walsh Anglund
A small speckled visitor
Wearing a crimson cape,
Brighter than a cherry,
Smaller than a grape.
A polka-dotted someone
Walking on my wall,
A black-hooded lady
In a scarlet shawl.
__________
A small speckled visitor
Wearing a crimson cape,
Brighter than a cherry,
Smaller than a grape.
A polka-dotted someone
Walking on my wall,
A black-hooded lady
In a scarlet shawl.
__________
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