"The Little Man"
(c) 2020 Fuzzy Mannerz
https://www.fuzzymannerz.co.uk/poems

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Awoken once more by a treading on the chest, I stare up.
There is the little man – eyeballing me.

Treading some more he makes a sound, he wants to be fed.
To be awoke like that in my bed, then see his little head and ask to be fed, it does beg…
What do you want for breakfast?

A response, some pivoting, body swiveling and feet to the floor and knee bending, morning beginning.
You get what you’re given I tell the little man, you get this shit smelling, shit looking, shit expensive, shit turkey
that’s probably just ham – from this tin can.
Happy again is the little man, he goes back to sleep whilst I am awake,
too early for myself, but not too early for a cat break.
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