Long lost teddy bear spotted
In frosted shop windowsill.
Black button eye gone,
Lost to rats who scurry
In mournful alleyways.
Familiarity known
By the initialed ear.
But still with a radiant smile.
A stitched demeanor, adoring.
Sold promptly for mere cents
Yet worth more than the world.
It’s time to go on home.
It’s time to tell stories.