She’s smiling at
a fresh yellow ball of fur
held down between
her bicep and chubby hand.
It’s belly is freshly shaven,
with a bright blue tattoo
to indicate it won’t bring home
any unwanted guests.
She wears a blue sundress
atop a dull pink shirt.
Her hair is golden and frazzled
in the afternoon sunlight.
It’s eyes are two emeralds,
wide with excitement.
A reflection of the flash is
centered in it’s left pupil.
Her dull eyes turned red,
reveal multicolored feathers,
held above the camera
in the hands of a mother.
So much goes on
in the depths of the background
to make the scene
cast in front of the lens.
When the truth is hidden
within the past,
it can still be seen,
behind a young girl’s eyes.
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