Meowing Nemesis
My days are dogged
by ankle-panthers,
my nights cursed
by the thwarted yowls
of sexual athletes.
I try to negotiate a way
into their affections
yet they scorn
chin tickles,
my hesitant ear petting.
They all strut away
tails stiff in the air
flashing me that old pink
one eye.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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