FRANCIS

by Amarantha Françoise Dyuaaxhcs

I have a crystal;
It's clear and round;
It contains an image
On it, I have found
A cute little mouse
Furry, white, and brown
With five distinct spots
And ruby eyes.
My mouse is a sight to see;
He shines like silver and gold,
His fur as white as the starlight,
And brown as Mother Earth,
The oldest of the old.
His eyes like rubies
Glimmer blackly
In the lamplight, blood shines through.
Soft, silken whiskers.
Climb on my shoulder.
Live for forever!?
My Francis.



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