A Song of Spring

I met a cat today,
a fat white cat,
with bluegray eyebrows
like sideways apostrophes,
wearing confident contentment
& surprise both, like the bluebird
beyond my living room window
challenging his reflection
while he perched, precariously, 
on the breaking wing
of a cedar chainsaw airplane,
flying nowhere, but winging
nevertheless in a breeze
that fluttered the blue petals
of Jill's bluebells,
purple-blue, not turquoise
like the young female
Fragile Forktail
sunning herself at Lake Cheston.

Today spring
sang
the blues.