The Cardinal and the Rose
I looked out my window and what did I see, a beautiful red cardinal looking back at me. His lovely song, came on beautiful and strong. Below the tree, was a pretty red rose bush will a big yellow bee. With boxed up emotions and spirit, the red cardinal wanted to be free. The poor pretty red rose bush just sat,
wishing he could be free or a big cat. The red cardinal flew off, pretty red rose bush wanted to know was this a brush-off.
Date Written:12/25/20225
10 Place
1/18/2023 SECOND CHANCE Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2022
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