Goosey

 

Well-loved

Companion

This footlong friend

Its voice long gone

Bitten to hard, crunchy plastic

Within an uneven and battered cloth so often shaken into submission

It’s threadbare

And where

Thread is there

It hangs loose and directionless

Like the stray hairs clung to it, magnetised

It’s never far away

Dead eyes that never saw life still want to find a soul

And, tentatively,

I draw in a long nasal breath

Drawing moments of fresh outdoorsy

Drawing moments of deep dogs breath

Familiar and warm

Goosey

Well-loved

Companion