Found abandoned in the park
Attached to a wire fence
Colourful; light and free
I felt it was left for me...
Took it home; washed it clean
Dried it in the refreshing breeze
Sunshine warmed its bright hues
Made it fresh and clean for me...
Never have like scarves; you see
Always felt my neck was squeezed
But as winter's icy fingers grasped
I was appreciative; as you will see...
Worn with joy as I wandered free
Its softness caused me glee
This lovely bright, colourful scarf
Surely it was meant to be...
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