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| Skeeter vs Samantha by � coondogk9 Here I lay alone at night holding skeeter close and tight. Why a coon I hear you ask? I see a joke but I will pass. Precious as all outdoors pulling things out of the drawers. Playfully bites my nose and ass he snuggles loving I forget the past. He still plays and wrestles like a little pup cute but for the night he woke me up The same for the day back from Amarillo watching TV in bed like a regular fella. He�s gotten out while I was gone I knew when I heard the TV on. I unlocked and then shut the door saw things scattered on the floor. Taffy wrappers flat and clean parts and pieces from a puter machine. On the bed flat like a rug of bearskin those eyes with the look of "where you been"? Takes the keys from the keyboard while I�m asleep he got bored. Found the cookies and ate his fill ate the flowers in the window sill. Found the coffee but not the pot he left the lid off or forgot. A black sand pile to fill his wishes scattered among the pots and dishes. Pencils chewed erasures to chapstick eaten from the tube. Leaves electric cords alone but not the buttons on the phone. Now gone the phones rubber antenna he ate it like a ripe banana. Missing buttons on remote control mixed with wrappers in the candy bowl. Things he liked to his room to keep all while I�m fast asleep. Many things too much to mention all now had my attention. He had crawled in bed with me after his night tired as could be. He�d snuggled close and woke me up with the lid to my plastic coffee cup. I awoke from my dream but it wasn�t and where�s the team. The one that had to help destroy my room like a bunch of boys. But he was laying, watched TV while I went to take a pee. Laying with that innocent look head on a telephone book. Turned the TV on when I left the room listened to a background tune. Watched the flickers on the screen I�ll never know what he�s just seen. All because of his unlocked door the latch I�ll forget no more. He can open it when he pleases even unlock it with the greatest ease. I can�t kick his ass to the promised land while he lays licking my hand. And it�s my fault, it's not his I knew that when I made him my biz. This never happens when I�m awake just when praying my soul to take. Always keeping a watchful eye for things he might or might not try. After hours of my full attention restless now he wants detention. Roaming now from room to room stops and sniffs a brand new broom. Nothing new escapes his sight he discovers it every night. Both sleep light like big eyed night owls he bails in a pile of clothes and towels. He pee�s in a bowl like a potty going in the floor he knows is naughty. Now back to your room, your bed and dream Daddy�s got work on the PC machine. <o.o> <o.-> |