Teddy Cat

Sitting on my warm and comforting bed, the sight of the cat catches the eye of any presence near.
Its soft outer body compliments the delicate fur which carefully blows in natures most treacherous winds.

Its coat is white like a cold snowy day, smelling as fresh as a field of flourishing dandelions.
I Hold it high as it flies through the air, to overcompensate for his brown and black patches.

Its gentle colours caressed the hands of my childlike personality as I held this toy close.
Nothing could ever compare to the feeling of having something so free yet so near.

His eyes are not determined by mother nature's gift, but the imperfections of the human who created it.
Every stitch yields a new story, for a place to call its home.

I listen at night, to its purring sound as I rest in slumber sleep,
Hoping that one day its purpose is given to a different individual and that they may experience what I once did.