Crow bought home a large box.
Added his homemade bagels to the box.
Sprinkled herb crust in the box.
Hopped around happy by the box.
Screamed at the box.
Rubbed on the box.
Purred by the box.
Confided some wet dreams to the box.
Added his shit to the box.
Laughed at the box.
Then stared at the box, until it caught flame and burnt down to nothing.
He explained, ‘Unique, I needed to clear my mind.’
I couldn’t shout at Crow. The box was pink, who likes pink?
Once the ashes had cooled down, I swept up the remnants of the box, scattering them into my velvet blue Dulux Box.