Birdsong

Sweet mute bird.
The cold season
Stays your tongue
And dampens
The fluttering
In your chest.
Yet you greet each day
With anticipation —
Awaiting
That first performance.

Attention Seeker

A cat the color of ginger root
Escapes the confines of the pharmacy
And paces by the knees of passersby.
Although pretending coolness
He stays long enough
For a quick caress.