My Special Objects

The memory’s as a child comfort me,
the double team of rough plastic fur.
Making me at home around them,
others may not think but I know.

They are living but just don’t show,
they move when no-one is watching.
They are as heroic as a superhero,
the whiter then snow underbelly.

Along with the black coat of soft fur ,
it makes these objects almost identical .
Their eyes are as dark as shadows,
but when you go they will move spots.

One bigger and tougher than the other,
they are stronger than a rhino.
They are as brave as a skydiver,
and as sneaky as a ninja.

If you see them they are laying down,
they still make a great team.
I can’t tell you what they are,
all will tell you is that they are special.