Dual Coast

Float Like a Butterfly by E Campbell

cat stands at the sliding door
brown moths and gnats taunt him
a round light above, casts a halo
guards his body; stage lit

opponents fly down in sputters
darting left and right, he steadies

with his paws extended, jabs
high and low, clutching his mitts
as he shuffles with a quick one, two

punches the air reaching out
pulls back, then leans in
trapping a gnat on the glass

three, four, five, six....nine, ten
knocked out, I lay on the couch
curled up in a ball cheering him on.