Ode To the Cardinal

Cheerful, chirping little cherry--- crimson as the holly berry, dressed in your vermillion best with your pointy, feathered crest--- what a sight you are to see perched atop a snowy tree. Songful spirit of the pines, streaking through the winter sky, ne'er does your appearance cease to bring a smile to my face. Beau Brummell of backyard birds, every dawn your song is heard--- distinctly sweet among the chorus of the visitors from the forest--- brightening night's waning gloom like the color of your plumes. Friendly, feathered garden gnome, be pleased to make this yard your own. Winter, summer, fall or spring, joy is when the redbird sings.