An interesting specimen
Pink but not slimy,
Toes with no hair,
Eyes without yellow.
A small one as far as I can tell.
The big ones are loud
And never playful.
Phoebe they call her.
Phoebe.
How peculiar to assign a word to a friend.
How can one word describe everything?
I set up shop here because I enjoy the bunnies;
Little grey balls that don’t make me feel so lonely.
During the day, I seep into the floorboards,
Liquified for hours
Pressed against foundation.
It is not my preferred state of matter,
But I can never be seen.
I have heard terrible stories,
Of what happens when the humans
Crouch down at night.
I like the bunnies but,
The reason I really like her bed,
Is because she has a nightlight.
You see,
I am afraid of the dark.
Almost as much as I am afraid
Of Phoebe and her disgusting toes.
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