Finally, a snow--of sorts

We in the heartland were thinking the snow gods were snubbing us, what with La Nina playing around again. Here it was mid-February and no snow during the new year's winter.
When the elements DID align so that the forecasters could finally predict snow, the weather people went at it with a vengeance. All sorts of winter chaos was predicted; some schools and even Henderson State University announced closings on Sunday night-- just in case.
Surely the snow gods were laughing boisterously when they spilled out a few soft, wet flakes on us poor packages of personhood. "Don't they know when they are well off?" one of the older gods surely said.
"But I remember when I was a kid god and frolicked in the snow. Let's give the troublesome tykes a little hope so they'll be assuaged and disappointed at the same time." (Talk about a troublesome tyke!)
Anyway, here are some snow poems written this week.

SAFETY IN NUMBERS?
Snowing--
the little birds
forage on the ground, not
worried that cats are probably
watching.

Aha!
A black cat spots
the birds and slithers toward
them. I bang the window."Birds, hie
away!"

GO HOME, FELLOWS
Snowing
and no cat food
for the five visitors
who've gathered--they think--for breakfast.
Sorry.
~~~

A FOUND SENRYU
You have S.A.D.?
Go outside: the winter whites
will chase winter blues
(from Hi & Lois comic, Brian & Greg Walker)
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c 2012 by Pat Laster dba lovepat press