Sweet Cardinal

     

           

  SWEET CARDINAL
  By Lisa Ann Noe

So distinguished, sits a cardinal in the light,
Drenched with the cold driven snows of white.

It grabs a twig from off the tree,
It doesn’t realize, with my eyes I see.

I suppose he will use it to make a nest,
Where all winter long he’ll take his rest.

The male is a beautiful shade of red,
And has a small cone upon his head.

He spots his food from in the sky,
He is quite the industrious little guy.

One lone Cardinal upon a branch,
He feeds every day here at my ranch.
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