Bunny
Soft and worn,
I snuggle with my master...
Four years of stubborn, still with a baby voice;
She pulls my ears,
She throws me down,
I am her comfort at nap time.
I appeared in a woven basket,
When she was just sitting up
In April breezes.
My fur is turning
White to brown,
But I am loved.
No comments:
Post a Comment