My Rabbit

Her fur, as soft as freshly shaved off wool
Her whiskers, would tickle the most somber person alive
Smudge, my saviour, brought happiness to my world
She would’ve been mine forever.

Her colours, would brighten the darkest days
The thump of her feet
The smirk, planted on her face
The droop of her smooth ears
They are forever gone.

The golden flame in the sky did its job, far too well
The blazing heat, pelted down aggressively
Birds had bathed
Sheep had slept
Cows had drunk
But I cried.

I had heard the news,
and my saviour,
had vanished from existence,
never to return from above.