A poem about: So basically i was on the green park…

So basically i was on the green park bench and i saw a squirrel go by squirrels really scare me and i was alone on this bench because it is my favorite bench that i go to when i need to clear my thoughts so i was on the bench and a suqirrle went by this is the first time i have ever seen a squirrel go by and then when i looked up i see a swarm of red balloons go by i was thinking huh how cool and i look back down and there is a person talking to me who i covered in red balloons and they start speaking latin to me for some reason this person kwpt sating black cat to me in latin which i thought was really odd so i decided to take a walk because it seems like my lucky green bench is not so lucky anymore so i take a trip down the road

On the green bench, alone I sat,
In peace to gather thoughts anew,
When a squirrel passed like a shadow cast,
Stirring fears like the morning dew.

Beneath an azure, cloudless sky,
A swarm of red balloons did soar,
I marveled at their fleeting dance,
Until a voice unknown implored.

Draped in crimson, like a dream,
A stranger spoke in Latin's tongue,
“Feles nigra,” they would repeat,
Their words a song unsung.

A curious sign, unsettling shift,
My once-loved bench, now a curious jest,
So down the winding road, I drift,
Leaving behind my mind’s unrest.

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On the green bench, alone I sat, In peace to gather thoughts anew, When a squirrel passed like a shadow cast, Stirring fears like the morning dew. Beneath an azure, cloudless sky, A swarm of red balloons did soar, I marveled at their fleeting dance, Until a voice unknown implored. Draped in crimson, like a dream, A stranger spoke in Latin's tongue, “Feles nigra,” they would repeat, Their words a song unsung. A curious sign, unsettling shift, My once-loved bench, now a curious jest, So down the winding road, I drift, Leaving behind my mind’s unrest.