Pawsed Poetry

Creatively focused
with fingertips tapping keys,
I feel my sock tug at my toe.
A slight shift of foot elicits a minor slap impact,
another toe tug
and a bite.
Daring to look down,
I spy dark eyes
peering through furry brows
and a small paw on my instep.
It seems everyone's a critic...

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National Poetry Month - April 5, 2020

Today's color: White (Commentary below poem...) For those who do not know me, I was born with a cleft lip and palate in 1969. I w...