This poem is dedicated to my stuffed animal, Mr. Moo Moo, whom I've had since I was a baby. I quite like this one. Enjoy :)
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Moo Moo
My cow with black spots,
Worn down by the years
Once a vibrant white
Now faded into a dull grey,
Rain clouds that roll in on a summer's day.
His joints are thin like paper
A book, read and used over time,
Stories that piled up over eighteen years
With tales of love and tales of sorrow,
And a new chapter that could be written tomorrow.
The most worn down area is his neck,
Where a young me had hugged it
Time and time again
With one wrong move, he could unravel
Like a ball of yarn until he is no more
That thought alone makes my heart sore.
His name is Moo Moo,
and he is my best friend
We've been through everything together
And he has made my life so much better.
He has been loved
And will continue to be.
Moo Moo and me.
YOU ARE READING
Random Writing
RandomThis book will be a collection of short stories I write in my free time since someone told me I should upload my stories on Wattpad. Sorry if this stuff is bad lol.
