It’s snowing hard, the ground was pretty clear

Until now. Big fluffy flakes.

It looks like it’s sticking.

This has been a spring of hard starters.

Things are dragging on and nothing is easy

Will spring ever come?

 

From the recliner, his throat closes

Periodically, making him snort and snore

Sometimes loud and harsh enough to make him

Wake up opening his eyes in little slits

Then back to the dream, he was having

 

Another movie plays to the living room

No one is watching

Upstairs there is an old cat

On the sill of the open bathroom window

The furnace kicks on because

It is 36 degrees outside

 

The younger cat

A calico

With a sticky something

Matting the fur on her lower back

Probably from burrowing around in the attic

Watches pigeons out the downstairs window

 

The birds are looking for warmth

And huddle together

Along the power lines

Will spring ever come?

 

 

© April 8, 2018

Diane E. Dockum