|A cardinal perched upon my rail
one morning when the day was new.
I went outside to check the mail
when he looked up and off he flew.
Into the sky on gentle breeze,
above the lake and every tree.
Beyond the reach of sadness he's
the pride of flight, so light and free.
Against the sun or daytime moon,
a spot of scarlet in the air.
Content upon the wind yet soon
he finds an oak from which to share.
Bard owl appears with sleepy eye;
a chipmunk chatters on the limb.
A nest of wrens, alert yet shy;
upon the pond three mallards swim.
And even wee-folk in the wood
befriend the red-bird as he lights.
From species it is understood--
a harmony from leafy heights.
The cardinal's home up in the oak,
at peace with nature's treasured trends.
He's eye-to-eye with verdant cloak,
and heart-to-heart with all his friends.
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