It's a brass rubbing of someone in prayer mode from the 1440's.
Last evening was the usual with the raccoons who delighted in play-fighting over the cat bed on the back porch. They were quite amused when I didn't realize that there were two of them inside the house and I chased one out. barricading the door behind him, returned to bed only to find another one staring as me from the bedroom doorway a few minutes later.
Oh that was their idea of funny. Especially the one barricaded in with a full bowl of cat chow.
