Wearily, The Stoat ambled

Aside the brook and weir.

Alone and isolated

The Stoat wept a single tear.
And when he spoke

To mum and dad

About the thoughts inside.

Stand tall.

Walk proudly.

You’re a Stoat.

His dad replied.

© R Stephens, 2019

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