Ode to Sam
You come to me
scabby face
dirty knees
marker rubbed in creases here and there
a bit of nose runnings upon your pale powdery cream skin
You touch my leg
arch your back
grunt in low raspy syllables
"I'un food"
then, turning,
bark three times
and retreat to the cat's water dish to get a drink
You smile at me
slyly
knowing
knowing I will most likely shout
"get out of the cat water!"
you run back to me
frantic
flailing arms and legs
and slip your slimy face under my arm
rubbing shiny oozings on my skin
and
bark
once
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