Peek-a-boo

February is the peek-a-boo month.  

Persimmons gone and English peas not yet.

Sunsets & sunrises are plentiful.

Valentine's Day, waits in the wings

& hopefully a haiku, too.  

Who doesn't love a spirited game

of peek-a-boo? What a curious phrase, that.  Or flowered sheets?  Or  especially cats?  Cats are poems waiting to pounce upon the imaginary.  Cats lose themselves so quickly to sleep -- that space & time of imagination so deliciously non sequitur in nature.  Like a yummy meal forming from left-overs.