Those who breathe with us

We saw the red velvety little thing
Yesterday had come out of its hole
And was crawling on a kutcha road .
How did it know rains had arrived ?

The mystery was promptly solved
When unknown bird picked it up .
And we now begin to wonder less
To let mysteries stay in the holes.

When we were knicker wearing kids,
We used to keep red velvety things
In houses of colourful matchboxes
And resolve our mysteries mutually.
This bird never came between us.

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