Ramblings of a Confused Tree Hugger Part 3

Its been four days I left you a rotisserie chicken in your bowl it was still there when i got home I think I'm going to pore me another drink but dam the bottle is empty no way to get to town so I will dwell on my loss and hope you are alive I'm starting to miss the way you play and the way you tug on my paint leg and that noise you make they all told me that your kind are thieves I don't think so I know that all you wanted was something to eat I think tomorrow Ill go out and look for you But where?