the royal cardinal sweeps in
he is coming the birds twitted and tweeted throughout the meadow that day
their excitement was felt in the wind, trees, and grasses, every which way
although not in the loop, I felt an arrival of importance was imminent
royal cardinal flew in and landed on an oak that was a robin’s tenement
the faeries and brownies flew up to a high branch to listen and learn
What the cardinal was saying, I truly could not understand or discern
but he was regally dressed with a steampunk hat complete with plume
he had the attention of every bird and fey before he had to zoom
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