Frequent Trips to the Carrot Tray

about my cousen's wedding some time ago, didn't think i was gonna post it cause i don't really like it.

Bewedded bears in ocean-blue ballroom
begin the dance in a fancy muse
abused white bubbles pound the floor quietly
they wait out the song, then listen along
the lions rely on thier sisters to lead
in the mad party dancefloor kaleidascope prance
the birds at the round table get up to leave
and, relieved, the horses fly first
to the carrot tray while pigs pick at the cake
papa bear guzzles coffee, and momma the air
in drowing-blue dress smiles but is sad
takes the bride-bear's invitation to serve her once more
the steps sway as air-music interrupts
the atmosphere carries the stale joy of the night
fighting the urge to flee from the feeling
I, the grey sky, am pressed to the glass
asked by bears what time it is now
when they may leave to finnish their dream
the birds pass under, cursing the couple
and planning a blood-themed wedding of their own
the horses never leave the cake-scented ballroom
they never fall prey to music played
they never once in all that long night
(in all that short life)
(bemoaning the wife)
(wishing the mechanical music away)
left the dark side of the carrot tray.

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[dreaming dame]

Another masterpiece:) Left me thinking...