Three weeks past the vernal.
The sun shines faithfully,
But barren winter lingers.
Stubbornly prolonging dormancy.
Still feeding on the decay,
Of the previous year.
Not a blade of grass grows,
Nor any flower blooms.
Skeleton trees stand naked,
And leafless in the wind.
Predominant brown denies green.
The flight of spring, delayed.
Though more likely cancelled.
Tag Archives: Miss Kitten
Homicidal Cat
My cat may be trying to kill me.
I was lying there in bed,
When all of a sudden,
The reading lamp landed,
Inches from my head.
Could it be revenge you seek,
For visiting the vet last week?
More likely you want,
Your food increased.
But how am I supposed,
To feed you,
If I’m lying here deceased?
