A plush llama sits on my laptop keyboard.
Confessions of a Plush Llama
Would you believe I've never
been to the Andes? Never nibbled
mountain grass or nuzzled wild noses?
I've been coddled. Praised and petted
daily by large but gentle hands.
I like to keep watch
over my herd, both plush
and human. Sitting
on a table, or shoulder,
my unwieldy head raised
in intrigue, my stubby legs
barely keeping me upright.
I'm excellent at headstands.
Indistinguishable from my siblings,
I've been branded on my fabric tag.
The small human peeks, then
exclaims my name. Aqua.
I am his, and all is right
with llama land.
- April 30, 2020
