The Cardinals
As I look out my den window
I see a colorful, flame-red bird
Perched on a bough of spring-green pine.
His melodious song is heard.
He sits waiting and watching
The nearby bird feeder, I think,
For some seed on which to dine.
He flutters down for a sip of dew-water to drink.
Back up he flies to a twig of pine;
But he's not ready to feast yet.
Yesterday, I filled the bird feeder.
He wants to be sure there isn't any threat.
He waits watchful and so patiently
Amidst the pretty view.
The pine is softly swaying
As the morning breeze sifts through.
Then, his dull-colored mate
Comes to join him
As he's been waiting for her there.
Now, together they fly to the feeder's rim.
I continue to sit and watch
As the cardinals feast on the sunflower seed
In the yard bird-feeder
That is emptying at fast speed.
Author: Edith Bastin © Copyright: September 27, 1998. All Rights Reserved.
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