The Ceramic Hare

I feel the need to be more creative, so I’ve decided to have a go at poetry. This is my first attempt, inspired by a ceramic hare made by my partner.

Manufactured.
A representation.
Identifiable
but as a caricature
dumped in a place I don't belong.
What am I doing here?
Why?
What do I do?

Do they know what they made?
How it feels to be me?
Am I a practise piece
not quite right?

I think I know
what they wanted to make.
But I don't think
I can be that.
Instead I'll have to be
the best ceramic hare I can.

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