Ode to my backscratcher

Bamboo Happiness


Everyday I come home from work, and you lie there just as I left you on my bed in the morning

Your simple existence can bring me such joy and physical relief/pleasure that I must simply yelp

Then yesterday, you were no where to be found. Where had you gone? Could a visitor have absconded with you, my Bamboo Happiness?

For a miserable two hours, you were no where to be located and I felt as if I had lost a great friend

But you are located under a large leather chair? What are you doing there? No answers required, though. It is good to have you back at my beck and call