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!