Spring's Folly

Light milky clouds of gloomy disposition float by,
On blue backdrops in deepening moods
Peeping through the fallen autumn leaves 
First of springs green plumes break free
Colors blossoming in deep purples and fuchsia shades 
A bird held within a passion flits to and throw in wild abandon 
A cat with tail a lashing surveys a tasty meal, 
and sets about to assail the testy morsel 
Book and glasses shatter as feline pounces
O poor bird flying too low to earth, 
Failing to recall his wings were not of wax 

Midnight Visitors

Two shadows approached stealthily 

I heard their war cry a purr rumbling in the dark

They laid siege to me

Their tiny paws testing my defenses

Slowly approaching

Their purrs like beating drams

Announcing their coming

See they have reached me

They are at my throat 

I am lost

They have me in their power

With their sharp tongues they lick me

Till I surrender

They will not let me be

Until...

Each I have petted to their hearts content

Their purrs subside to a rumble

Each takes it's place for night

And in the morning they are gone