The Cardinal
In the midst of flighton wishful wings,
a cardinal sits and sings.
As the view from my window,
opens a mind full of wishes,
I dare not think about doing the dishes.
Nature, so peaceful, yet fiercely portrayed,
the beauty of a cardinal, never being jaded.
As I make my wish,
and watch as he sits on a fragile limb,
the dreams of my future, never dims.
With my eyesight so blurry, yet so clear,
I cannot help but wonder,
what the cardinal holds so dear.
He hasn't a care in the world,
life appears so vain.
I can only pray that I see the cardinal again.
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