Cardinal Red

Cardinal Red


One bird on a branch
He sings to hear his own voice
when an echo returned is heard
he is shy and says "that can't be for me, i am just a lark"
my measure is that by which spoons carry sugar
and notes hang like moisture.

One bird sits on a branch
She flies with grace, her feathers preened.
When it is color she sees
she says "I can't believe my eyes, winged as such i deserve not this sight" my worth is measured by my flight. Cageless but tethered, too bright to not be seen.

Two Birds rest, their heads tucked under wing.
Tones and sights matter not, they gauge each other
on warmth and nature's gifts.
When they call to each other it is harmony.
They say to each other "here i am , your mate"
You need only whisper and i will hear, need only hunger and i will feed. When there is heat, in me shade, when there is fear in me peace.