The Cardinal and the Rose

It was a hot summer day the rose waved its open bud freely in the garden. He had so hoped to be part of a lovely bouquet for a special girl. He had imagined a handsome prince handing him off to a beautiful young lady, maybe with other flowers, or a teddy bear and with any luck a ring. No, florest came that day, no prince at all. However out of the tree she came, her garb was red though not as bright. It was a female cardinal and she had come indeed. This was not the human the rose had imagined, but company is company, and the rose was blessed indeed. The Cardinal and the Rose Poetry Contest Sponsored by: craig cornish