Behind a fence were piles of leaves
The
trees had lately shed
And
as I passed, my eye picked up
A
flash of something red.
I
stopped and looked and out it popped,
An
unexpected sight –
A
cardinal, enrobed in red,
Which
filled me with delight.
I
don’t believe, as many do,
This
sighting signified
A
visit from the dead or that
Good
luck was thus implied.
I
rarely see this bird, though,
Yet
my morning did begin
With
a cardinal encounter
Nowhere
near the Vatican.
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