Missing

I heard a thump upon the deck last night,
and searched today to find the noisy source.
Before I saw the fallen rock, my sight
was taken by these spectacles, of course.
Undoubtedly, some squirrel dropped them right
before my office door with no remorse.
But when an hour passed, a raccoon crossed,
and looked around as if for something lost.

(Ottava Rima)

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