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Stuffed AnimalsWith a pint of Rocky Roadafghan and a sticky remoteshe watches dating showswith a small circle of friendsthey see her cry but never blinkshe's safe with them or so she thinkscos her armor has a chinkher fortress of denial can't defendcos she claims she loves it on her ownbut she looks to them for love when she's aloneand her lions, deer and bearshaving hearing ears but vacant stareswith wind at her door and rain on her roofone night she swore she saw them movebut their comp'ny's but a bluffbecause they're all just stuffed animals...stuffed animalstwo drinks into his drunkhe stares at his still-warm gunafter a fruitful all day huntwhen he bagged an antelopefour walls cage his mounted friendshe checks his site and lensethinks he's been on the wrong endof his rifle's scopehe's seen ghostly tracks since his wife passed awayon haunted trails where he's both predator and preyand his lions, deer and bearshaving hearing ears but vacant stareswith wind at his door and rain on his roofone night he swore he saw them movebut their comp'ny's but a bluffbecause they're all just stuffed animals...stuffed animalswhen emptiness fills a heartman or woman...all we areis stuffed animalsstuffed animals(c)2006 Robert George