Meerkats (and Bunny) from England

The prompt for Day 12 of GloMoWriMo:
‘Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem about a dull thing that you own, and why (and how) you love it. Alternatively, what would it mean to you to give away or destroy a significant object?’

Toy rabbit and a meerkat pair
Are kept on bedroom cupboard where
I see them every morning,
They are not childhood legacies,
Nor have collectible degrees,
Nor offer forms of warning,
But they are simply toys, that when
I visited family again
In England, I acquired,
At boot sales and at stately homes
When in their company, on roams,
And so, I have aspired
To keep them plainly out on view
Not only as mementos; too,
I’ve grown to really love them,
For it is good for things that strike
One as a thing that one does like
To have in view above them,
So that they do not get the toss:
For one would keenly feel the loss,
In trash should someone shove them.

© April 2019 Colonialist

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