Sunday, February 21, 2016

Cardinals

Cardinals

Sounds drift through open window 
even before the morning light. 
Birds sing out at hint of dawn— 
chirp, tweet, trill, whistle,
a staccato caw-caw-caw.

In song, he calls,
You’re pretty, you’re pretty, so pretty!”
She flits to the treetop, trailing, 
“Marry me, marry me, marry me, then.”

(May, 2015)


11 comments:

  1. Love the poem. Love Cardinals and they truly abound at this time.

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  2. Granny Annie sent me here to day because I post photos of cardinals on my other blog. I was just thinking yesterday how the male's song sound to me like a gentle wolf whistle followed by that staccato machine gun chirp.

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  3. What a wonderful way to start the morning!

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  4. I wouldn't mind being told I am so pretty.

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  5. I heard my cardinal at the bird feeder this morning. I wanted to take a picture of him in the rain at the feeder. Of course he heard me get up and was gone before I could get to the door.

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    1. Birds never cooperate with me. That's why I hav to write about them--can't photograph them at all.

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  6. I would be ecstatic to see a cardinal. Since living in CO, I've never seen one.

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  7. Very nice. I do miss cardinals.

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  8. Poor madam cardinal is sort of plain jane in her olive dress compared to her man, but still rather a lovely bird none the less.

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  9. Awwww... This is so sweet. I haven't heard a cardinal in such a long time.

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