Farewell

It's soft and hard against my hand.

Velvet covered steel,

A conundrum of a man.

Sweet furred smell,

Covering the hint of rot,

That is death's sweet tell.

Its sickly-sweet sugar,

Coating my tongue with its waxy taste

Caught in my throat, like a spur.

One last cuddle, stroking against its soothing texture.

The fur covering its rigored body,

Reminding me of its final fixture.

Finally, into the hole, I dug,

I drop it, glassy eyes accusing.

While in its grave, I make it snug.

It had been my companion,

Loving, trusting, naive.

And still so young.

But all things must come to an end.

With a heartfelt sigh,

I said goodbye to my bunny friend.