Red Panda
Hanging around the branches of the Asian trees,
The red-ringed tail swings around at ease,
They twitter tweet from their mouths,
The low quiet noises till south,
High trees over them you can see,
These bamboo-eating critters are at last free,
Gained the name red Panda first,
Stubby legs returning to the ground as quenched from thirst,
The red around the green,
It’s no longer seen,
As they stay around for their fur,
In low ground ready to perch.
By Sarah Shahzad, 15 September 2023
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