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 

Folly

Wings alight with silver trails
Oh what heights they do prevail
Souring upon the sky
Oh what foolish creatures
Are they
For their heads are but glass
Their wings of paper
Do they think themselves,
Angels of heavens grace?