My Son’s Cat

Day 26 of the 2012 April PAD Challenge on WritersDigest.com.

In silent crouch behind the couch,
the cat hides from my boy.
His toddler hands know only gropes
and karate chops–a caress
dealt playfully but still stings all day.
Her scratch won’t temper infant love–
his heart eclipses memory.
Her salvation comes only with age
when his attention strays to video games
and she becomes a memory.

Critique

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