Poetry

Cardinal

There's a cardinal outside my window, whose song I constantly hear.He flaps his wings carelessly,As he moves through the wind. The tiny red creature bursts back and forth as it sings;It often sounds,To me,Like he's calling for his Queen. It darts back and forth and up and down,This tiny creature born free.In front of this… Continue reading Cardinal

Poetry

Early Birds

Here, in the trenches of desire, the birds sing loudest. It's almost deafening, their incessant secret communications. What could they be saying to each other? Especially at this ungodly hour? It's curious that at this time, the little winged creatures and their orchestrated song sound more like warning alarms telling you to get out. It's… Continue reading Early Birds