Cat paces from door to me,
yowls incessant plea for out
not even a stern “no” pauses
as she hears doves outside feeding
on seed-strewn snow.
Wings flap as each dove vies
for biggest pile of seed
to stand in the middle of
like guarding chicks beneath wings
and twittering protests as pecking order
progresses through flock
until each ends up where it began.
Cat scratches door,
yowls louder until she leaps
into window sill; in unison
all doves fly.
Cat jumps to the floor,
silently waits beside door;
so I let her out.
Diane Webster grew up in Eastern Oregon before she moved to Colorado. She enjoys drives in the mountains and takes amateur photographs. Writing poetry provides a creative outlet exciting in images and phrases Diane thrives in. Her work has appeared in Home Planet News Online, Old Red Kimono, Salt Hill, and other literary magazines.
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