I glide around,
Wings soft
As snow.

I alight upon a bough
Carefully cleaning,
Pecking at down.
I listen, quietly,
Hushed,
In search of a sound.

Crack.
There!
The soft paws
Of a cat.

I take off,
Just in time.
The cat springs up,
Claws intertwined.
I laugh lightly,
A twitter
More like.
I take off,
The sun painting
My wings