Big Red
Somewhere inside Big Red is her body.
A shield against winter drafts and cold
It covers her delectables and wraps her delights.
I hate it.
Its artificial fur vexes my skin and hides her from me.
But I know, inside that unnatural mantle is her body.
MMMMM OK.
Copyright © Errol Young | Year Posted 2020
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