The Day They Came

The day they came Towering treasures boxes stacked sky scraper high giddy city measures to a tiny timid blue eye. But there down low to be sold level with her miniature size, delicate delights to behold stolen by glanceful little shys. A safe hand navigates, while sighting and exploring, assists and negotiates with decisions now imploring. Dressed as bride and groom grey ears as big as her own, cheeks in rosy full bloom curly tails crudely drawn. She guarded fierce the pair rest whole trip through conspicuous yet none dare cause challenge to ensue. Alone now to covet and care small hands place there tenderly upon the cover of underwear where prone she'll face every day. Stay there their home safe flat white landscape hers, all alone all the while to escape. Then snatched away amid emotive strife, the first of many in life - displaced and grey. Cherished ones are lost Some never forgotten. Loss being the cost of all love brought on. Still in jaded finery She hope's they remain, together in unity as on the day they came.