Frank

I have a friend who isnt there,
It just happens hes a giant hare,
In the middle of a storm during a calm night,
My invisble friend came into sight,
From so far away I could barely see,
That he was standing next to me,

He was big and fierce ,  small and soft,
He appeared in my basement from the loft,
He was a vegetarian , so he tried to eat me,
And said that this was his way to greet me.
I pulled up a chair and sat on the floor,
He sat on the window sill , infront of the door.

We talked for hours in perfect silence,
He spoke in gibberish that made perfect sense,
He had warm fur as black as the night,
Bald as a baby, his skin bleach white,
With elbow pads on his wrist,
Hes too good to be real , my friend who doesnt exist.

But after a long time, but all too soon,
The night went dark so we knew it was noon,
We held hands and walked opposite ways,
Hoping to see him another day,
If you dont see this lie is true,
Frank definetly might pay a visit to you.