Southpaw

Southpaw from a cat’s paw

Elan Mudrow

Yes, it’s a cat poem, so scratch me. Art by RS Grafiko

My cat is a lefty.

When my writing

Is interrupted

By a hairball

Blocking my stanzas.

He bats me

Into sense

With a left hook

To the pant leg

Snagging my sock

Giving me that dilated  

Cat-eye look

of poetic importance

That would melt a thousand

Lovers’ hearts.

He has those pupils

I long to perfect

Rolls to reveal his tender belly

Like a dog of words

Softest fur exposed.

As I try to step over him

On my way for a second

Glass of inspiration

He counters with a right

Claw caught firmly in my verse

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