Red
Cardinal bird, a King
Came to see me
His voice authoritative
Until my eyes met his
Then tender he became
While looking intently into my soul
He touched the base of who I am,
Sensing my purpose, desire.
Have I touched him? No,
Yet, he is what I’ve known
Should exist.
Oh, light he provides
Stay, please
I am his.
*Photo doesn’t do these words justice, however, I had to try for a picture. Please excuse my inexperience.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Red visits his namesake. Perfect. I’m waiting for some spring birds in my part of the world, Aud. Fingers crossed for the weather to turn enough.
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Aww, I do enjoy being called Red. You guys staying warm? You’ve been taking a beating, for sure. Spring will get here. Promise.
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We need a warm-up, Aud!
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Without a doubt, Mark. It’s so cold here yet, as well. Sigh
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We see a couple of Cardinals during the year. They are always set off (distance and appearance) from the other birds. They make such a magnificent appearance. I like the thought that they come to share their beauty with us.
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Cardinals really do leave an imprint on our hearts when we see them, Dan. There is something majestic about their presence. I love color and when I see it in birds I’m giddy. The brightness is so unlikely and welcomed.
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Looking into the eyes of the wild – always something special when that happens. Wish we had Cardinals here…
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The wild stirs the wild inside of me, I think. There was this tone in the air as I pondered him. Would have followed him had I the wings to do so.
Thank you, Betty ♡
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Beautifully worded. I love the photo.
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We should pity the man who one day must live up to my creative thoughts. He’ll have a heck of time. Giggle.
Thank you for liking the photo, Eric. If only I had more than the phone camera some days. Sigh.
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Cardinals are rare here. I saw a couple the other day. The mockingbird is imitating their call. Pretty funny. Excellent poem, Audrey.
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I used to see a few of them in Houston near wooded hiking trails. They were quite skittish. Here though they just linger. Love it. Oh how I adore a mockingbird. ..the comedian of birds.
Thank you, John
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I don’t think inexperience is a word that pops to mind regarding your images. I do think that Cardinals are the state bird and I do believe that there are currently two pair at my bird feeder. I love watching them as they light in the blooming trees. Lovely contrast of colors.
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I just meant that, well, my goodness a real camera would have shown you the beauty I was fortunate to see with my eyes. A video, even, so that you could hear and laugh at the insistent tone of his, while trying to get my attention. He sat there for a long time and just for me. My heart open as I watched him do what he does best, in my opinion. Inspire. Lovely.
The picture you paint sits so well with my poem today. I could watch a bird feeder for hours. Not sure it’s the best use of my time, but there it is.
Thank you for your comment, C. ♡
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You are welcome as always ma’am.
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You’ve heard that Cardinals are messengers from those who’ve passed, haven’t you, Miss A? I love seeing and hearing them, and I never fail to thank the Creator for sending me one so I can know my daddy is doing okay!
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Yes, Ma’am, I’ve heard this and know many widows who believe they are messengers. A lovely detail, indeed. Your Daddy must be so proud of you. Hugs ♡
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Beautiful words and photograph. The Cardinals are out in force this year. Take care ginger sister.
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Thank you, Ginger Sister. The Cardinals really are out. So lovely to see.
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So amazing, I love them!
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Me too, as I said to Betty…I’d have followed him had I the wings. ♡
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That would be fun wouldn’t it!
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Yes!
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