Steve Bob

slits in the blinds
of a guestroom
leaking morning through
skinny orange white cat
follows an old man in his underwear
down the hall to the bathroom 
and back to his bed
she meows, stands on his chest 
rubs her nose on his head 
purrs 
licks his whiskers
--part of the hospitality package
echoes down the hall 
cries 
his almost two year old granddaughter 
not letting her mommy sleep
so excited last night to see her grandpa 
ran straight into his arms giggling  
rattles down the hall 
his soon to be son in law 
in Kevlar and other prison gear
(garage door opens and closes)
puts "bob" at the end of his daughter's dad's name
thinks he's cute
kid knows whiskey, barbecue, and football 
they get along just fine
buying a turkey for his ex today
might help her cook it too 
just like last year
get to see his two little dogs
who will bark and whine and jump all over the place
the divorce made their two humans
pretty good friends
but he misses them
he'll stay all week
be sad to leave
little angel peeks into his bedroom 
enters the doorway
she giggles 
it isn't going to be a happy Thanksgiving
it already is

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