A Robin in February
The expectant morning's
snow frosted tree peeks through slats.
The half-blink of the cat.
The right eye is murky,
reflects a brown yellow sheen.
My brown-eyed girl song.
The mid-winter clouds
view the lands, plan to drop bombs.
Mulish clothesline sheets shake.
The cat drags a leather
mouse. The hunter's maw widens.
Bone-hued birch trees pose.
A partly frozen
dove blue river asks, " Where are they.."?
Suns, sterling moons grin.
The dusk's lemon sky
surrounds the house- lamps, streetlights.
Tea, coffee stains on teeth.
Copyright © Jennifer Cahill | Year Posted 2021
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