Another Poem About Winter and Windows

I've stood at the window several times

this morning to stare at the murderous cold,

as it blows across the few inches of snow

on our driveway.  The white cat asks to go

outside, but then stands in the doorway,

blinks furiously before returning to nap.

Outside a bird screams a terrible warning.

I will go out there to shovel, despite

having nowhere to go.  I know I said

I needed a visit to the library, but

that's not really an obligation.  I think

I'll wait to see how I feel about it later.

For now, I'm going to take a look

out my window.

Edginess

Snow blows beautiful
chaos against windows,
piling on sills.

Unable to venture outside,
even for a few moments on the porch,
our cats inch closer to outright madness.

They've begun to attack each other
in attempt to take the edge off.
It is unsuccessful.  Edginess remains.

I fear that my wife and I are not far behind.
I have begun to pace with my cats
room to room, inventing topics

of conversation, avoiding any discussion
of the aforementioned snowstorm
as it terrorizes the neighborhood.