WHERE'S MY CHEWY? Tt's time for bed- Hunting high and low. Where's my Chewy Mom wants to know. She looks in the bathtub and under the chair It's Baby and Tiger! But Chewy's not there. Deep in the dresser Or up on a shelf? At the computer My sweet natured elf? Is he under the bureau Or under the bed? Back in the closet Dear god, is he dead? Is he out in the field All alone in the dark? Or next door digging sand In the neighborhood park? Or down by the lake Where he's slipped And he's drowned? My adorable Chewy's Just got to be found. Darn, where's that squeaker Now what will i do? Search through the armoire- The flashlight's gone too! Quick--to the kitchen Look under the sink What's in this drawer here? I-I need time to think. Heart in my throat Pounding fast in my head The drawer filled with vitamins Has become Chewy's bed. Curled atop bottles Is the one I've searched for: Chocolaty Chewy In my vitamin drawer. I cradle him gently He's dead deep asleep This soft silly wee one I've promised to keep. I kiss and kiss him: god's life to care for. Carpet hole digger and pooper of floor. Dear Jesus I thank you For blessing me so. And now to bed Chewy and momma must go. Lisette [Posted in FML issue 2695]