Precariously Placed Pony Poems Picturing Plenty of Pheelings

Fluttershy stood over the the deep grave
She stared at the small wooden box
She tried her best to be brave
She had said good bye to the little fix

The fox came to her broken
He was looking for Kindness
He hoped to only poke in
He was awe stuck by her politeness

Their time together was brief
He'd finally found relief
Cut down in his prime
It was his time

Fluttershy had known this
She gave him bliss
Before he had to sleep
to never make a peep