Cardinal's Solitary Home

On a chilly Christmas morn I looked out of the window Most of the birds have gone On this cold dark winter day. I saw a Cardinal on the tree Brilliantly colored Northern Cardinal A winter fixture at snow-covered bird feeders I ask “Do the birds have Christmas? Looking something to eat or Planning in advance for a habitat On this leafless tree Like the politicians’ fake promises. When it gets cold, it flies South When it gets warm, it returns That is what we learn from birds. Maybe waiting his girlfriend’s message About when to bring food to the nest A few leaves lay on the starving rod Fallen from the ash and grey