Poem by Jim Culleny at NoUtopia.com:
Red Cardinal
Today I spied a red cardinal
perched on the branch of a birch
regal as any red cardinal
perched on the 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 have a need to know.
But how can I tell such an obvious thing
to a man who fabricates so?And the cardinal dipped
as cardinals bow
before a cardinal rule,
and flew off then
to a sky or a church
leaving a cardinal fool.
