Toy

a poem i wrote looking at a small white stuffed bunny.. that resembles my dead pet

There on a my pillow lies a soft, fluffy white bunny.
The sunlight reveals the details of each soft strand.
His cheeks are flushed, a faded light pink
His peach coloured ears are transparent.

A gold chain erupts from the back of his neck.
It falls down heavily to its side.
It stangles and locks up its purity and innocence
So it forever stays as a stuffed toy, never to gain life.