Oh master, where art thou?

Eight days have sorrowfully passed,
Since the blog saw Shmulik last;
When his pent-up rage maliciously surfaced,
To attack me was his only purpose.
But, pray tell, whence came he,
to pounce and gnaw so furiously?
And, pray tell, where can be,
Shmulik's mirthful curiosity?
Preemptively assassinated, perhaps,
or taking yuppie power naps?
Crikey's hostage for a day,
frozen in fright, there to stay?
Shmulik may come,
and Shmulik may go,
but Shmulik how we love you so.