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Looking from the outside in |
The Cardinal The Cardinal sweeps - from branch to tree A powerful leap - and wings that spread I spot him in the jungle of my yard - a vision small and red For in this garden - no plains nor hills Nor yellow field of daffodils Behind the shed - between the trees I glance at something in the leaves And in the wind that carried he - he sought the gentle land Once above in the oldest oak - his descent was quick and grand To seek a tiny feast - grazing on the smallest stance Little notes he played for me - his head bopping in a dance From my window did I spy This bird on grass - standing on his plate I wanted to be in his morning sun And one by one began to contemplate For every hour I’m asleep - as the sun begins it’s a.m. rise, Dreaming as the mind is not awake What comes to eat from grapeless vines The cardinal is in his house - outside my shingled home His nest I haven’t seen as yet Though each morning I see him roam He has a mate - and so do I Two couples side by side One lives in a man made place The other free to fly away And through my window - outside the glass In summer I beckon the breeze to come Before I set the juice on my wooden table - The Cardinal is done Blissful and in good company I change my mind and decide to join his friends All the birds in my backyard - my patio shall lead me to them Seeking to be in the song without words - I become the early bird Here I am - it’s 8 a.m. - and to the tallest tree they’ve flown When I was young - an adventurous girl I’d stretch my arms and run I’m flying! - through innocence of my childhood All to meet the sun Now years and years have made me learn - the love to be a child Everything’s possible when you’re small - To be a Cardinal ~fin~ |