Cardinals

The snow outside the windows falls and drifts in the morning light As I look out into the vast backyard everything I can see is covered in white. But high up in an old tall tree, I see a flash of red The cardinal flutters down quickly, and bolts past his rusty tan shed. It perches upon the Santa Fe birdhouse; it snacks on some generous seed He spreads it daily for his dear birds I can tell they appreciate his kind deed. His favorite visitors are the orioles, the robins, and the doves He sits in the window and watches them fly, these winged friends that he loves He always enjoys seeing his feathered friends, with plumes of red, white, and blue. The smile on his face only widens when he sees that the baby cardinals grew.