The Day They Came
The day they came
Towering treasures
boxes stacked sky scraper high
giddy city measures
to a tiny timid blue eye.
But there down low to be sold
level with her miniature size,
delicate delights to behold
stolen by glanceful little shys.
A safe hand navigates,
while sighting and exploring,
assists and negotiates
with decisions now imploring.
Dressed as bride and groom
grey ears as big as her own,
cheeks in rosy full bloom
curly tails crudely drawn.
She guarded fierce the pair
rest whole trip through
conspicuous yet none dare
cause challenge to ensue.
Alone now to covet and care
small hands place there tenderly
upon the cover of underwear
where prone she'll face every day.
Stay there their home
safe flat white landscape
hers, all alone
all the while to escape.
Then snatched away
amid emotive strife,
the first of many in life -
displaced and grey.
Cherished ones are lost
Some never forgotten.
Loss being the cost
of all love brought on.
Still in jaded finery
She hope's they remain,
together in unity
as on the day they came.
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