I was a perfect stuffed monkey 
Reddish fur with a beige tummy
face and feet
Until an animal got to me
Now, I lie here without arms, legs or ears
Even my tail was chewed off…
Maybe it was coyote
A raccoon
A fox
or possibly… a skunk
Could have been that rat
That rat
That steals Uriah’s food and rawhide bones
That rat
that digs the holes around the kennel
under the garden, and
tunnels alongside the horseradish plant
One day the hawk will come by, and sit
Quietly on the railing
waiting for that rat to make a mistake
when he is dancing
on the top of the kennel
Just under the floor boards of the deck
He will scramble up
to look in the kitchen window
at that point, the hawk will strike…
And that rat will be no more
To late for me, I lie here without arms,
or legs, and ears… even my tail is gone
I have all the time in the world
To wonder
Now what..?
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