My Purple friend
By Alina K
The magenta wing holds me
When I am alone
Each stitch is a memory
Of my younger years
When her wing had fallen
I felt sorrow
But my mum had saved her
One white stitch at a time
Her black sewn eye
Threaded with care
Nailing the bad guys
With an evil glare
Now today
She is in the wardrobe
Gathering dust
She is a comforting friend
Hootie, the Owl