Please.
Please?
Please!
The fluffy one

with talons

Sharp.

Eyes soft.

We can have 

the small

green, blue

stare,

condescending

What-do-you-want?

The less-fluffy one,

she said,

or I heard.

Great Owl,

protector of

Fantasy, 

you would not 

be mine

but together 

we’d be

defenders of the garden

of the fruit serpents

and tomato vines.

I won’t ever

cry again!

She didn’t understand,

a small friend 

we have, instead,

still fluffy,

kinda cute

This will do.