I Wait Like the Cat

I wait again the coming of spring.

It flirts like a caged canary singing

to the crouching cat.

I wait ready to pounce, to devour

should the latch ever loose its hold

upon the cage

then, like the cat, I will take my fill

in one calculated leap and

drag the flirting bird to the table

of my discontent,

I will sun my belly in the warmth that feeds

my anxious soul

and then, stuff Winter into the vacant cage.

Come spring and decorate my plate!