The Panda

I see a black and white thing

in a tree looking at me.

I walk away.

Still looking at me.

I hide behind a tree. I peek out.

Still looking at me.

I run home. It's following me.

I go inside.

I slam the door.

I remember the window is open.

I run to the window but it’s climbing in.

Scritch scratch, it walks over to me.

It climbs up my leg ends to my hair.

It moves my hair.

Ruffle Ruffle.

Black and White.

I say it’s a panda.

It just wants to play with my hair.