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
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