poetry by j matthew waters

year of the cat

she practices her violin
sitting on the spinet bench
scratching out imperfections
into the midday air

outside it’s raining softly
bookend bay windows
slightly cranked open
letting sounds in and out

the law of attraction
is a two-way street
all the strays standing tall
from the peanut gallery
watching the house favorite
rubbing ankles
with the star of the show

march two thousand nineteen
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2 thoughts on “year of the cat

  1. Howling cats and bad violinists do sound alike. Audience of peers.

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