Making Eyes

Teeth made of fiberglass and eyes made of baseball halves,
I wander the woods searching for our lost dog,
my kid brother, following close behind.
“How did your eyes get made?” he says
“Someone cut a baseball in half,” I reply

The dog ran away in the night
and we’d waited till morning to go out looking.
“We’ll be able to see in morning,” I’d said.
Now, the frozen dog, stares at us, unmoving, dead.

“But how did they cut baseball?”
He whispers, on our way home.

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