Got Away

As precious as an emerald
It makes me content
Reminds me of a baby tiger running away from its mother
It’s soft, spongy and feels like fairy floss
The faint scent of wet grass
From the early morning still lingers
Through the excitement he rolled away
Only noticing he left us hours later
I panicked and searched frantically in the bushes
I’d found him and knew that we’d never be apart
From that day.