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Under The Stairs The outside has grown colder, Darker and quieter. My humans are upstairs Safely tucked up and cosy. Mummy Honey and Grandma Dotty Are at their sides, guarding. Aunty Smudge lies on the couch And I'm sure she's snoring. I find my refuge ... – *by Anthea Jones*	0 Views added 6 months ago	Rating

The outside has grown colder,
Darker and quieter.
My humans are upstairs
Safely tucked up and cosy.
Mummy Honey and Grandma Dotty
Are at their sides, guarding.
Aunty Smudge lies on the couch
And I'm sure she's snoring.

I find my refuge ...

– by Anthea Jones

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