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oh lordly warbler
my red-robed friend grand on your perch
how regal yours - now dressed for church
so formal how you meet the springtide dawn
thus singing bright 'til morning's veil is gone
oh bright - folks praise your gowns of red
but I'm charmed with your song instead
sweet a Capellas start and end each day
that must be how a Cardinal learns to pray
bleak winters, late, I’ve strained to hear
you tease those tympans, deep my ears
so sad the song, it haunts me thru-and-thru
your mate now gone, that never …
answers you.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Brian's Select 2, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Songbirds" Poetry Contest, Tania Kitchin, Judge & Sponsor.
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Gregory Richard Barden
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