The Cardinal

 

A winter walk

Of greys and browns

A dreary frozen sky

You call to me...

Don’’t you see me?

And then you caught my eye!

Upon a branch I hear you sing

Right up O’’er my head

With plumage fit for any king

Of deepest crimson red

You brazen show off,

Look at you!

For all the world to see,

But upon this dreary winter’’s day,

Alas, tis only me!

 

––Aunt Sadie

Copyright 2002

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