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Humorous Hunt

I’m hunting down a little guy
Who’s leaving barefoot tracks.

He’s refused to answer all my calls
When I tell him to come back.

He knows that I’ve discovered
The corner where he prowls.

I hear a stifled giggle
And a playful little growl.

Beneath my aggravation,
A chuckle I find there,
To discover that I’m hunting down
Instead, a boy-foot bear.

©2010 Carol Morfitt

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