So perky, rosey and unbelievably muddy.
He was the best of the best he was,
No one could ever love him like we did.
His high pitched squeal as he plopped into the liquid brown sludge.
Tottering ankles standing on high platforms.
One long stringy appendage helicoptering in wilding circles.
Large black button dots, the world hidden inside it’s sphere.
Fleshy, rose coloured sniffer, squishy to the touch.
An loveable soul he was.
He boiling to feel, fiery and spiced.
He was best I’d ever had he was.
No one could ever enjoy him like we did.
Silence, no sound spoken across the table,
Those tottering ankles crisp like falling leaves stabbing into its middle.
It’s long stringy appendage discarded, no real use I suppose…
Large black button gazing back into my soul,
Lost, no motion, not a peep at all.
Hard coated sniffer, now more a prodder,
Not such a beautiful soul now.
About the Creator
Elizabeth Butler
Elizabeth Butler has a masters in Creative Writing University .She has published anthology, Turning the Tide was a collaboration. She has published a short children's story and published a book of poetry through Bookleaf Publishing.
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