The Toy
It was in the park one day
That I saw a boy about four
Playing with a stuffed animal toy
A bunny rabbit gray with a white button nose
Its color weathered from attention
Probably given to him at birth
By an uncle or a God-mother
Years of love had left a tare at the toy’s armpit
And fluffy white stuffing poured from the hole
Like the contents of a heart
Oblivious to the wounds
The boy spun it round and round by its’ limbs
Until the bunny’s arm ripped right off
The toy, fell dizzily to the ground
As white fluff filled the air
The boy picked up his broken belonging
Placed it on the park bench before him
And looked at it as if to say
Now bunny, you are no good to me destroyed
It’s been fun, but I think we should see other toys
He then walked away
Leaving his loyal partner behind
Alone
Don’t worry bunny I wanted to tell it
He’ll come back someday
They always do
