Splayed across a throne of puffed pillows,
all cloudy-eyed and matted-fur,
fraying, filled with overflowing fluff.
Undisturbed play-things of the past
sit peacefully, patient,
wilfully waiting for the day
where they are chosen as a companion on an adventure to a far-away land –
a princesses’ palace or a dragon’s lair.
So, they lie still and serene.
Remain loyal of heart,
loyal to kin.