Emerald
By Grace S
Published 28 July 2016
Soft black fur & emerald eyes,
Running round the run in the rabbit hutch
I’ve stopped their escape, their trapped,
The glass bottle untouched, never used, irrelevant
His tiny claws like bits of broken glass against my hands
Does he remember his life before here?
Personality as strong as the hutch after a week
4 months? Seems like just yesterday you fit in the palm of my hand
Although you now are turning grey,
I shall love you, always love you
no matter how much trouble
Forever forever
Peeta Mellark
