Boomerang Cat

 I kept the spiders away all winter, and now that it's finally green I am tired of learning my lesson, namely patience. Because though I know all about change and how it always comes (I can see that much from here, you know), I have this restless blood, and I am like a Boomerang Cat in springtime, rolling in sidewalk chalk and disappearing. I am all grass is greener and Mamas and Papas and goes out comes back. It is no season for waiting.