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Good Morning, Red!
"Good morning, your eminence!"
I say when I first
spy his presence.
Perched upon the dais
of his holiness'
arbor throne,
His scarlet robe a-flutter,
his flaming galero
a-crest.
It's our daily sunrise ritual,
his breast all a-puff,
both wings
full a-wave
as
if to say a warm hello.
And from my window I offer
a cheerful and familiar
assent,
"Good morning, Red!"*
Psalm 104:12
*I
love Cardinals. Not the St. Louis
or Arizona sports variety,
but the
take-to-the-air aviary kind.
A
Cardinal has claimed our
back yard
and seed trough as his own.
Most
every day I see him sitting
still on
a limb of his favorite tree,
right
before he dive-bombs the
seed scat-
tered upon the ground. This
poem is
a tribute to our relationship.
May
it make you smile inside. |