Your fur is matted
Your not as big as I thought
Your tags are marred by my name
In a effort to make you mine
You hold so many memories
The good
The bad
The sad
The happy
Your plastic eyes
While scratched
Will always see me
Clearly
I must confess
The only reason
All the others
Were named same as you
Is because none of them
Would be better than you
As a child
You seemed so big in my arms
Something to hold
To hug
I'm sorry about
that time I was
Convinced that I was
A hair stylist
And found some Form
Of cutting tool
There's a connection between us
Even if you are a
Stuffed animal
A horse
You'll always be
In a place in my
Heart

Sunlight beaming through the windows I
did not expect what I’d found.
Brown faded boxes scattered to and fro
little did i know what I’d find right below.

In one box, as normal as the others,
I found a friend from years long past.
My teddy bear...unwashed,
its ears weirdly bent, its eyes on its last.

Then, the memory hits me.

Back to a sunny day,
a time when I needed not worry
of complicated things.
A day just spent with this bear by my side.
Frolicking the fields and
getting my shoes ***** from all the mud.

Oh how I yearn to live in a time long gone,
when it was all still simple
and when it was all still sweet.

Tell me a story Cuddlekins!
Rawr. Rawr. Grr. Rawr.
Rawr. Grr grr RAWR!!
Wow! That's a good story.
Now let me tell you
one. A story of a boy
who was so afraid of
being alone he put himself
in the most amazing adventures.

Imagine a beautiful forest
in the middle of nowhere.
Untouched. Unmutilated with.
Un-everything. This boy,
John, flew here and
laid his case down
and pulled out his violin.

His music went.
Dah. Dah. Lalalala. Doooo.
Soft. Sweet. Charming with
a twist of a faint memory
on the tip of your tongue
wanting to be known to
the world.

As he played on and on
for hours the animals
gathered around and fell
to sleep. John
inspired by his surroundings
played more and more
until there was a rustle in
the distance.

John didn't hear it
but again and again
the rustle of the leaves
grew ever closer still.

There was one animal
who wasn't sitting at
the clearing in the forest.
It was the jaguar. He awoke
and wondered
where everybody went.
They were no where to be found
As he searched for his
friends a scent caught in
his nose. It smelled of
food but an unfamiliar one.
The long lost forgotten food
that his ancestors once described.

He chased it slowly
turning every corner
hiding behind branches,
bushes, and bark.

Finally he found his prey.
He creeped slowly
and attacked.

All the animals could
say was that 'ol jagy was
at it again just a hungry
beast. Not sophisticated
or classy enough to
understand music.

You know Cuddlekins, I think
it was on that day the rest
of the animals discovered
'ol Jagy was deaf.