Cardinal

Cardinal

A Poem by NotSoAnonymous

I sit in a park 
Mid January afternoon 
Barren branches 
Stale air
A flash of red
I turn my head 
There on a lonely branch sits a crimson bird
What are you doing here Mr.Cardinal?
A lovely song erupts from its arsenal 
So audible 
So crisp 
Such a beautiful thing that exists
It leaps, gliding past the snowdrifts
To some far away church 
To sing with the bishops 
And blue jays
For the peoples praise   

© 2013 NotSoAnonymous


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Added on January 21, 2013
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NotSoAnonymous

Toronto, Ontario, Canada



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