I like to walk my dog at night
a good excuse for peeping
leave your window uncovered
let me peek inside your life
I like to walk around your house
at night, see through glass illumine
maybe touch a bit of you
while I peep through your panes
I like to stroll in darkness
see the visitors inside your home
I stay outside where I belong
your uninvited guest
OK -- I know -- this is just creepy. I have to quit watching those blood and guts slasher/cop/murderer/CSI/bloody/detective/strangler/lawyer shows. And reading those books.
Maybe I'll cuddle up with Triple D tonight. Or watch football. The trouble with food shows is that they seem to lead to weight gain. And I don't want to waste any art supply dollars on larger clothing. That I can't wear on my feet. Which, for the record, I'm thinking of soaking again.
This poem was written in response to the picture above. I think it might be a nun in there. Let me go get my dog....um...never mind.
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