Birdsong
A cat lies in the grass
basking in the beams of fading sunlight
she hears a cheery call from a tree top
and stirs from her lounging to see
a cardinal with a melody for the world
proud in his bright crimson coat
he sings without fear of the cat or winter
which has begun to fade into spring
for he is safe from the reach of both
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