This is Harry.
He is enormous and well, hairy.
He stands guard down at the Pier Street warehouse.
I am not even sure he is real.
He never moves.
Maybe it is just an elaborate bird nest?
Perhaps, a collection of old fur coats?
Did a bison wander through town, stop, and die?
To be honest, I don’t really know.
All I know is that I am not going to find out.
Hairy Harry, quite contrary.
I will let him guard that warehouse,
even if it is just a coat rack.