Suzy cat's First Winter

What is this thing that is called wind?

It brings the cold and screams and throws things
about the garden.

I watch things from my window seat flying here
and there.

I watch the humans slip and slide as they go walking by.

Warm and safe I sleep all day on cushions made of
wool.

I run outside sometimes before the door is closed.

My fur is thick and soft and warm, I test this thing
called snow.

The silly human screams at me, "You better not catch cold!!"

A poem by Robert Greenwood
12/24/2003