It was not the robe flowing beanied
kind;
nor the ball batting
St. Louis slugging
variety.
I saw the shrill-
whistling flying
mr. proud to be a bird
red male looking for a
palomino-ed colored female kind of cardinal
come a calling not for me,
the earth-bound tin-eared
feather-free wingless woman
martian-looking
through a pair of Zeiss.
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
June 21, 2012
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