Ben jumped at a whisper, and ran from a shout,
A squirrel's scamper would make him freak out.
He’d wince at the bubbles that popped in his soup,
And take a mile’s detour to avoid the hen’s coop.
Sunrise brought panic, sunset brought dread,
He even had nightmares when safely in bed.
But amidst all this panic, one thing held true,
Ben’s spirit was kind, his heart was true.
Even though hidden, in fear’s old embrace,
He offered to all, a kind, smiling face.
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