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)
Lovely. You are indeed a poet.
ReplyDeleteLove the poem. Love Cardinals and they truly abound at this time.
ReplyDeleteGranny 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.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful way to start the morning!
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't mind being told I am so pretty.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteBirds never cooperate with me. That's why I hav to write about them--can't photograph them at all.
DeleteI would be ecstatic to see a cardinal. Since living in CO, I've never seen one.
ReplyDeleteVery nice. I do miss cardinals.
ReplyDeletePoor madam cardinal is sort of plain jane in her olive dress compared to her man, but still rather a lovely bird none the less.
ReplyDeleteAwwww... This is so sweet. I haven't heard a cardinal in such a long time.
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