The Window

Sitting in my bed, outside birds 

Soar in the brittle air

Far below, the snow is washed and bare 

I turn back to my book 

Katniss Everdeen can't seem to catch a break.

I turn back to the window to find a cat butt in my face 

As I herd my furry friend

Away from the window 

I catch a glimpse 

Of a bobcat on the chase

The birds twitter 

The chipmunks jabber 

And yet nothing is ever the same.