The Cardinal

The Cardinal

Out of the bathroom window I noticed a Cardinal the other day.

Vibrant red chest, a swagger, observant.

Each feather silent, yet liable to shake.

 

A cyborg to face, he stood idol in place.

 

A probing expression as if exploring the intersection of red, blackness and wokeness.

Chokehold of a black necktie, silent yet vocal.

See, we tried violins and soulful,

But the milage and total only show these tyrants run in circles and ovals.

 

But never mind.

 

I went outside, I needed five just to think.

It wasn't about the time, the Bee, or the Butterfly,

I just realized what it means.

Some chose a side and reside amongst the golden rings.

Others choose to ride, defy and battle the king.

In fact, a Falcon wouldn't hide, it just dives and folds its wings.

 

Truthfully, this is when I decide to pull the vines and the strings, be privy and educate.

They couldn't minimize, the heavyweight could move, swing and levitate.