Outside
A cardinal was perched outside my window this morning
The sun shined brightly after a long night of storming
Stoically, it sat alone in a barren tree
As I slowly sipped from my tea cup, it turned and looked at me
Then suddenly, it turned back as it peacefully flew away
A coy smile dressed my face as I thought, "It's going to be a good day."
Copyright © Stewart Watkins | Year Posted 2024
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