A Cardinal in the Forest
A cardinal in the forest
He sits on tiny gems.
He perches himself silently
On one of many limbs.
His soft red feathers glowing
Like fire, on the white
A splash of color on new snow
That's pure and clean and bright.
He sits in quiet awe, it seems,
Of all that is around him
He sings no song, he does not move,
The white expanse astounds him.
The forest is all quiet
Its creatures are asleep
Except this one lone winged thing
That doesn't make a peep.
Perhaps he is respectful
Wanting not to break the silence.
Or there's something that he knows
That people simply can't sense.
He spreads his wings and flies
Away into the cold.
Back to his warm nest, perhaps,
Or to someplace untold.
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