I.

Like a statue, it does not

Move, mourning the loss

Of its plastic toy dog.

II.

Like a sheep newly shaved

Naked, it runs away in fear.

III.

Tiny and fragile

A spider easily crushed

By life.

IV.

It does endless headstands to

Calm the monster inside.

V.

Is it as innocent as it seems?

Does its smile hide

Something sinister?

VI.

Plump little cheeks

On its plump little face

Calling you to pinch them.

VII.

Finally it rests, loving

The life it has led.

VIII.

Little belly

Won’t move at

all.