Memories From The Past

Black eyes the colour of soot
Brown fluffy ears, chocolate proof.
When Scruff I cuddle I am joyful and brave
He is soft, warm and light.

If real was he, Scruff would go to places he's not meant to be.
Sad when I, he cheers me up.
He is warm like my Nana's when they cuddle me.

Hot chocolate with whipped cream
at a cafe it would taste.

He feels like an old lost friend coming back to me.
If real it would make a playful barking sound
And breathless panting.

Free is he.