It's soft and hard against my hand.
Velvet covered steel,
A conundrum of a man.
Sweet furred smell,
Covering the hint of rot,
That is death's sweet tell.
Its sickly-sweet sugar,
Coating my tongue with its waxy taste
Caught in my throat, like a spur.
One last cuddle, stroking against its soothing texture.
The fur covering its rigored body,
Reminding me of its final fixture.
Finally, into the hole, I dug,
I drop it, glassy eyes accusing.
While in its grave, I make it snug.
It had been my companion,
Loving, trusting, naive.
And still so young.
But all things must come to an end.
With a heartfelt sigh,
I said goodbye to my bunny friend.
About the Creator
J.B. Miller
Wife, Mother, student, writer and so much more. Life is my passion, writing is my addiction. You can find me on Linkedin at https://www.linkedin.com/in/brandy28655/
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