NaPoWriMo April 8

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.





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