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.