"Barn Cat Super-Highway"

Shrieking winds
Rustle fine hairs
Here below
As I peer out
  through stone gaps
Anxiously.

That do-nothing poet
  who lives upstairs . .
                           Put down your damn pipe!
So we can hear the
KRISH, KRESH, KRISH
Of snow shovel
Clearing pathways . .
                                    access to mice
                                          for my
                                              . . shivering family.

February 24, 2020


Selected for display in PoemTown St. Johnsbury 2020. As read live on Facebook by Anne Campbell, organizer, on April 13, 2020.