Something is not quite right.
Glass eyes glistening with tears,
Frigid, rigid, lost in fears
Of flailing
Fading
Red cascading
Gloved hands wading,
Through an ocean of stuffing,
How pretty they look.
Perfectly captured in their prime,
Unaffected by time,
Like a 3D multi-pigmented photograph.
Look- how noble they once were,
Look- how the light dapples upon their fur,
Look- how the stars in their eyes infer their consciousness.
They seem, aware, but beware, be scared
Be scared of the tiger.
Lurking in the corner of your eye,
The eagle plummets from the sky,
Avoid the elephant in the room,
The elephant in the room
Is they were gone too soon.
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