Today I spied a red cardinal
perched on the branch of a birch
regal as any red Cardinal
perched in a branch of a church.
Hey, I say, lovely red, redbird
where is it you come from?
He sang in his red, red cardinal voice,
I was bred where this song is sung.
Where’d that be little bird? Tell me.
I need to know.
But what good to tell such an obvious thing
to a man who prevaricates so?
And the cardinal dipped
(as Cardinals bow
before a cardinal rule),
and flew off then
to a sky or a church
and ditched this
cardinal fool.
.Jim Culleny; December 2006
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