uncles in earflapped hats in hunter orange even at Christmas in hunter orange look dressed in gray
but
the catholic moonlight on snow makes hats look blue pumpkins take over patches husks win-over the fields clay wins in all other places but for the red barn and the black and white cow
even every other dog or cat is faded a light brown or gray
and dirty muddy feeted animals and children chase gray and white and foggy light brown field mice through the yellow gray hay in the loft of the red barn
the killdeer warns the barn owl hoots the swallows drop gray polkadots onto the backs of lusterless horses
the hayhook swings through the barn from a twentyfoot chain dangling from the ceiling we squeal and play in wetgravel in the driveway the edge of the house fades into the road dustcovered and barely visible like spiderwebs
