His Eminence

by Phyllis Beebe

His Eminence, in crimson garb,
has just flown in to dine.
Displacing lesser creatures
who came before his time.
With stately tread and shrewd black eye
He surveys the proffered fare
As if to say,"For such as I
There should be better there."
He picks with care from out the feast
The choicest bits he sees.
Then flys away, his blessing said
In sharp, shrill Cardinal speech.