High and low,
I'm looked for him,
Searching so,
I wanted him.
"Come, my dear,"
I cried,
"We're not playing hide-and-seek here."
I wondered if he'd died.
My poor dear son,
he only left me for a moment,
in the garden to run.
Now with grief I'm bent.
My neighbourhood has seemed so safe.
He was inside our own yard.
Yet now my hands in grief I chafe,
My heart is forever scared.
Good people of my community,
Help me search for him.
Let us work in unity,
though the thoughts of our minds grow grim.
A few seconds,
A moment in time,
It was enough for him to follow a beckon,
and for another that fence to climb.
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