Answering Your Query
A cardinal’s perched on a limb
alert on a branch long fallen
from the poplar I’d planned to trim.
But I never planned to receive
a red bird bright in front of me—
a gift so stark and soon to leave.
July 6, 2016
for Tell Me Contest
Copyright © Rita A. Simmonds | Year Posted 2016
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