[Lady Jag]

The Cardinal

by Henry Carlile

Not to conform to any other color
Is the secret of being colorful.

He shocks us when he flies
Like a red verb over the land.

He sifts through the blue evenings
To his roost.

He is turning purple.
Soon he'll be black.

In the bar's dark I think of him.
There are no cardinals here.

Only a woman in a red dress.

[MEG33]

;o)
Delightful..such a surprise ending!Great picture.
Speaking of Cardinals..This always a slow time at the bird feeder. The Cardinals are always around, thank heavens..just not in numbers like in the winter. Papa is in sight right now.

[yorkie]

LJ, somehow you always manage to find the ‘neatest’ poetry. I love it when there is a surprise at the end, or a twist to the story! Thank you!