April at Home With a Cold
The tuxedo cat’s tail taps a beat
Felt music made visible
Swirled hot chocolate sloshed over the rim
Left a dripped swoosh near the cup’s handle
Clothes toss in the dryer
Birds call from outdoors
Crickets chirp, and tiny tree frogs
Tinkling windchimes, roaring cars and trucks.
Forlorn, the cat sits at the window
Wishing she could be outside
With the birds, and tree frogs, and young weeds,
But the speeding cars and lawful trucks keep her indoors.