Battle for the bed

I sleep sometimes
upon daddy’s real bed.
I sleep and dream
until he too is ready.

I wake with a yawn
as he coaxes me
with loving words.
“Come on sweetheart.”

I just gaze up and
smile sweetly.
“It’s daddy’s bedtime.”
I shake my fluffy head.

“Go find your own bed daddy.
This is mine.”
Daddy simply grins
and starts moving the covers.

They approach slowly
as I watch suspiciously.
“Find your own.”
He ignores that.

I sit still as he watches.
Covers drawing closer.
At last I return to the chair
and the body warmer.

Daddy’s you know.
He puts it down every night.
For me.
The light goes off at last.

I used to sleep upon
his chest you know.
Until I nearly suffocated him.
Won’t do that again.

“Sorry daddy.”
Now I watch as he sleeps.
His poor broken body
struggling to breathe.

He sits up gasping
gone blue again I see.
Oh well.
Don’t worry daddy.

He lays and sleeps
at last.
I yawn and close my eyes.
He has the bed now.

For the moment.
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A haunting we will go

I hear them as I sleep.
My fluffy pricked ears
monitoring the knocks.
As daddy sleeps soundly.

I watch the cat’s only
we can see using my loo.

Only two days ago,
as daddy sat typing, I
spied another in the hall.
So I growled, chasing it away.

It will return of course.
They always do.
Daddy wakes with a start,
looking around.

“No worries daddy.”
He shakes his head
typing once more.
Noticing people.

He makes a note and
continues.
As I simply stare.
Thinking.

One day two more ghosts
will haunt here.
Daddy and me.
A haunting we shall go.

Woe betide people then.
My claws will scratch and
daddy will terrorise with
ghoulish noises.

We shall indeed have fun then.
Daddy and me.
The ghostly, gruesome,
two some.

Times that lay ahead
times that have passed.
Time without end.
A time that will surely come.

As the sun and moon
rise on the morrow.