"A little higher, Honey," I would
Instruct him. "Now, more to the
Middle. That's it. Aah."
I missed him last night when I
Had an itch.
Lying in bed I reached for the clawed
Bamboo stick that I keep in my
Night stand.
In the darkness I maneuvered the
Device over my back trying to
Reach the itchy spot.
I finally gave up and placed the
Implement on the bed beside me.
When I woke up this morning and
Noticed it lying there, I thought of my
Warm, loving human back scratcher who
Always spoiled me.
I growled at the innocent stick.
"What a sterile, miserable substitute
You make!"
And I stuck the imperfect but
Better-than-nothing object back
In its place.