What the Cardinal Saw In the Clouds
Is that a Robin in the Nimbus, I see
or perhaps a large chickadee?
Why there’s an assembly of foul progeny,
in that gargantuan, puffball sea,
that seem to be mocking me.
Oh, who populates those thunderheads?
I see not one, cardinal of red.
That vaporous curtain, how it embeds,
images within my head;
I’ve seen this before at Hilton-Head.
I see no ravens, no peacocks or grouse;
in that megalith of cloudy house;
There’s not even a flying mouse!
oh my, those are dark, murky clouds
and I’d best fly off before I’m doused.
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