The second plastic button

had fallen; no right eye,

and when the children saw,

the smallest knelt and sighed.

He crafted a new eyeball

(he used a crayon he'd broken),

and the rabbit saw with depth,

now given soul, newly awoken.

She saw the sun shine brightly

(but not for too much time).

The wax prosthetic dripped,

and from both eyes, she cried.