He sits on top of my cupboard

just staring into space

a layer of dust covering his body

a slight smile upon his face.

But I tend to think if he were real

he'd be out chasing bees

eating ants and berries

and climbing large pine trees.

He'd be swimming in Lake Pend Oreille

stealing apples from our trees

catching trout in the creeks

taking naps whenever he pleased.

But his jointed body never moves

no one ever plays with him

he sits there forever silent

with just the slightest grin.