Skunk come a’scratchin’ at the door

Do you know the book “Possum come a’knockin’” by Nancy Van Laan & George Booth? If not I recommend it.
The following is a somewhat derivative work based on a true event

16 June 1999

Skunk come a’scratchin’ at the flap in the door,
Skunk come a’scratchin’ at the flap.
I was busy sleepin’ when the skunk come a’scratchin’ at the flap
And Merlin was a’dozin’ on the pillow by my head when the skunk come a’scratchin’
at the flap.
Skunk come a’pushin’ at the flap in the door,
Skunk come a’pushin’ at the flap.
Well we were still a’sleepin’ when the skunk come a’pushin’ at the flap.

Skunk come a’ploppin’ through the flap, though the flap,
Skunk come a’ploppin’ through the flap.
And we were still a’dozin’ when the skunk come a’ploppin’ through the flap.

Then the Skunk tried the catbox by the flap in the door,
Skunk tried the catbox by the flap.
“What’s that?” I thought
“Doze, doze” thought the cat.
So I got up from the bed
“What’s that?” thought the cat.
And I turned on the light,
And I tippy-toed it slowly to the door.
“It’s a skunk.” I thought
“When’s breakfast?” thought the cat.
Then the cat went back to dozin’ on the pillow of the bed.
While the skunk was a’rustlin’ on the floor.
And I crept around beside it and opened wide the other outer door.
“What’s that?” thought the skunk
Then it went back to a’rustlin’ on the floor.
So I tippy-toed around, and I made a noise behind it
To scare the skunk toward the outer door
“Humph.” thought the skunk
“Noisy here.” thought the skunk.
And it nuzzled round the flap in the door.
“How’s this work?” thought the skunk.
“Let’s see.” thought the skunk.
“Ah, I push.” thought the skunk.
And it plopped through the flap in the door.
So I rushed round to close the other outer door.
Then I found all the phone books and I closéd up the flap
So if skunk came a’scratchin’ and a’pushin’ and a’shuvin’
It wouldn’t never open up that flap within the door.

And I went back to bed.
And the dozin’ cat woke up
And crawled around beside me
And then she started dozin’ like before.

So I was busy sleepin’
And the cat was a’dozin’
When that ol’ skunk come back to scratch some more.

“Scratch, scratch” went the skunk,
“Sniff, sniff” went the skunk,
And I got up to listen at the door,
Yes I got up to listen at the flap in the door.
“Sniff, sniff” went the skunk,
I turned on all the lights
“Scratch, scratch” went the skunk.
I added more big books
To the baracade upon the flap within door.
“Sniff, sniff” went the skunk.
And I crept to the other outer door.
And I peeked my head around it
And I looked upon the skunk
That come a’scratchin’ at the door.
“That’s a skunk.” I thought.
“Scratch, scratch” went the skunk.

Then I closed the door and waited
Till the skunk got bored and dawdled off away.
Then I went back to bed
Where the cat was still a’dozin’
And I found I couldn’t sleep!

I was rather foolish

17 June 1999

When I woke the next mornin’
(And the skunk was not around)
I moved all the books that covered up the flap,
‘Cause I always left it open for the cat.
Then I went off a’hikin’
And I left the door unblocked.
(But the cat jus’ kept a’sleepin’ on the bed).

When I got back from my hikin’
And the darkish night had fallen,
The skunk was there a’nibblin’ at the food.
An’ the cat was right beside it
(‘Cause the cat was most particular ’bout her food,
An’ this was old an’ borin’,
So the skunk was welcome to it,
But she would have liked some newer crunchies please)

Well, I come in the room,
An’ I left the door wide open,
And the skunk kept a’crunchin’ at the food.

And I walked around the room,
And I made a noise to drive the skunk away.
But that ole skunk didn’t mind it,
And it kept right on a’crunchin’ at the food.
(An’ the cat was right beside me,
An’ was trying to remind me,
That she really wanted milk tonight, right now)

So I made another noise,
And the skunk looked up at that.
“Humph” said the skunk,
“Inconsiderate” said the skunk,
“Even rude” said the skunk,
“Think I’ll go” said the skunk,
So it ambled ‘cross the room,
And it clammered up the milk-crate,
And it plopped through the flap in the door.

Well I closed the other door,
An’ I built up my barracade,
An’ I gave the cat her milk.
An’ I thought that I was foolish,
To have let the skunk come in,
An’ I’d always leave a block before the flap.

Then I cooked my own meal up,
An’ I went into my bed,
An’ the cat crawled on my stomach,
An’ I finally got some sleep.

Skunk come again

23 June 1999

Skunk come again to the flap in the door
Skunk come again to the flap.
Skunk come a’scratchin’ at the flap in the door,
Skunk come a’scratchin’ at the flap.
I was busy pottin’ down the road at the school when the skunk come a’scratchin’ at the flap
And Merlin was a’dozin’ on the bed when the skunk come a’scratchin’ at the flap.
Skunk come a’pushin’ at the flap in the door,
Skunk come a’pushin’ at the flap.
But the flap was blocked with phone books when the skunk come a’pushin at the door.
Skunk kept a’pushin’ at the flap in the door,
Skunk kept a’pushin’ at the flap.
“Crash!” went the phone books as the skunk kept a’pushin’ at the flap.
“What’s that?” thought the cat.
“Dinner time?” thought the cat.
Plop came the skunk through the flap in the door.
Plop came the skunk through the flap.
“Messy here.” thought the skunk as it walked through the books to the food.
“Not dinner.” thought the cat as the skunk ambled over to the food.
“Just the skunk.” thought the cat.
“I’ll wait.” thought the cat.
Then I came ridin’ up to the other outer door.
Then I came ridin’ up to the door.
And my light shone through the glass in the door on the skunk
And my light shone through the door on the skunk.
“Oh drat.” I thought.
“What’s the light?” Thought the skunk.
“Dinner soon.” thought the cat.
And I opened up the door,
And the skunk ambled over to the flap.
“Messy here.” thought the skunk as it ambled through the books.
“Feed me.” thought the cat as I put the bike away.
“Skunk’s gone.” I thought as I turned around to look.
And I piled back up the phone books.
And I gave the cat its food
And I started dinner cookin’
And I settled back to read.

When I heard something a’scratchin’.
“Just the skunk.” I thought.
“Outside.” I thought.
“Doesn’t matter.” I thought.
But the scratchin’ kept a’scritchin’.
“Annoying that.” I thought
So I dropped my book beside me
And I walked up to the flap
And I knocked upon the door
Hopin’ that I just might scare the skunk away.
But the scratchin’ kept a’scritchin’.
So I gave up an’ started readin’ like before.
“Scratch, scratch.”
“Crunch, crunch.”
“Cat’s a’eatin’.” I thought.
“No it’s not.” I thought.
“Cat’s a’sleepin'” I saw.
“That’s the skunk.” I thought.
But the phone books still were there.
“How’d that work?” I wondered.
Then the skunk ran off an’ hid behind the stove.
“Oh dear.” I thought.
So I opened wide the other outer door.
And I tried to send the skunk there,
But whene’re I got too close
It would slink behind the stove and not come out.
So I gathered up my courage,
And I went up to the flap
(“Skunk’s too close!” I thought
As I crouched beside the stove)
And I moved away the phone books
And I backed away
And I settled down to wait.
Skunk emerged
“Still some food.” thought the skunk.
And I dropped my book.
“Noisy here.” thought the skunk.
And it sniffled at the flap in the door
But it hid behind the stove.
“Nice and warm.” thought the skunk.
Then I got down my trusty camera
(And I stood there lookin’ cute)
And I shot that skunk when it came ’round the stove.
“Far too bright.” thought the skunk
As it hid behind the stove.
Well I waited, just a bit,
And the skunk came out again
And it ambled to the flap.
And it plopped outside again.

So I piled up all the phone books
And I closed the other door.
And I went back to readin’ like before.

Then I heard somethin’ a’scratchin’
“What’s that?” I thought,
“Where’s the skunk?” I thought,
But it only was the cat
Which had turned over in its sleep.
And I went back to readin’ like before.

Skunk keeps a’tryin’

25 June 1999

Skunk come again to the flap in the door
Skunk come again to the flap.
Skunk come a’scratchin’ at the flap in the door,
Skunk come a’scratchin’ at the flap.
Skunk come a’pushin’ on the flap in the door
Skunk come a’pushin’ on the flap.
Well I was busy workin’ when the skunk come a’pushin’ on the flap.
And Merlin was a’dozin’ in my lap.
Skunk keeps a’tryin’ at the flap in the door,
Skunk keeps a’tryin’ at the flap.
And I started gettin’ worried ’bout the skunk.
“Was the skunk on the inside when it scratched?”
So I went into the kitchen
And I looked upon the flap
And the skunk was on the outside of the door.
Now the cat came up beside me,
And she listened to the scratchin’,
And she sniffelled at the flap,
And the skunk kept a’scratchin’ and a’pushin’ on the flap.
“Hmm.” said the cat.
“Supper time.” said the cat.
And she settled down beside her bowl to eat.

Well the skunk kept a’scratchin’ on the flap.
So I grapped my trusty camera,
And I opened up the other outer door,
And I snuck around the house,
But I couldn’t see the skunk in the dark.
Still I shot my little camera,
And the camera saw the skunk,
And the skunk saw the camera,
And the skunk stopped a’scratchin’ at the door.
“Too bright.” thought the skunk.
“Be back later.” thought the skunk.
Then it turned and ambled off into the brush…

Skunk come a’callin’

11 Nov 1999

Skunk comes a’callin’
Yet again,
Yet again.
Skunk comes a’callin’
Yet again.
Now it’s been so many months
Since the Skunk last came a’knockin’.
That the cat-door is unblocked once again.
So when the Skunk came a’callin’,
An’ a’pushin’ at the door,
It plopped through onto the floor.
An’ it ambled to the cat disk,
An’ it started crunchin’ at the food there.
Now the skunk has strange ideas,
Of a social time to call,
And right now it’s ten past three
In the morn.

“What’s that?”, I thought.
“Where’s the cat?”, I wondered.
“Doze, doze.” went the cat.
“Right beside me.” I concluded.
“Skunk or ‘coon?” I demanded.
“Hope it’s skunk.” I decided.
“Skunk’s polite, coons aren’t.”

So I got out of bed,
And I turned on my bedroom light,
And I wandered to the kitchen.
“Ah, a skunk.” I discovered.
“Drat, it’s him.” thought the Skunk.
“Time to go.” sighed the Skunk.

So the Skunk ambled back to the door.
“Good food.”, thought the Skunk.
“Must I leave?”, asked the Skunk.
“Prob’ly best.”, sighed the Skunk.
An’ it slo-o-o-owly pushed itself through the door.

An’ I was right behind it,
An’ was ready to remind it,
That ten past three was not
A time to call.

Then I blocked up the door,
An’ I went back to bed,
Where the cat was still a’dozin’ like before.

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