Red

By Dahni

© 2010

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From my living room window that faced the back yard

It was a cold grey winter day

And there on a leafless bush branch

Sat my familiar cardinal and I wondered

Where his mate might be

She was usually close behind

As I watched, he flew to the ground for some spilt seed

And there was red on the snow

Later I went upstairs and something caught my attention

From my upstairs hall window that faced the back yard

It was a cold grey winter day

And there upon the ground

Sat an unfamiliar hawk and I wondered

What its prey might be

And there was red in the snow

From my living room window that faced the back yard

It was a cold grey winter day

And there on a leafless bush branch

Sat my familiar cardinal for hours

Patiently waiting and wondering

Where his mate might be

And there was red in the snow

The patient bright protector and egg watcher mate for life

Finally left alone

The real me knew the hawk had found life

And there was red in the snow

The poet me felt the sting of sadness

Over the missing mate and loss of life

And there was no brownish, with a pink crest on the snow

And there was no red on the snow

And there was red in the snow

And I hope on the morrow…

…from my living room window that faces the back yard

On a cold bright winter day

For two upon a leafless bush branch

And then for red on the snow

She close behind

From the collection: ‘As it Happened – Collections of Recollections

By the same author

© 2010

Note:  On the following day at 9:42 am EST Mr. & Ms. Cardinal –

“For two upon a leafless bush branch sit!”

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~ by dahni on February 19, 2010.