Rodent

Black as a midnight in winter,
Small and fat like a mouse,
White like a baby sheep that has just suckled the pure bitterness of its mother's milk,
Always looking annoyed at me but I know you're not,
Orange Fanta in a bottle that’s half full.

She's fragile like a big statue of Lego,
Running and running around like she can't stop in that little cage of hers,
She is silky like the leaves of an oak tree,
Loving that's what you are,
Special because when I'm filled with sadness you make me feel like there's nothing to worry about,
If I lost you I wouldn't come out of my potato-smelling room.