The Cardinal

Manning the grill one lazy, late spring evening

Smoke billowing from the dripping grease

That fell from our hamburgers

I noticed a female cardinal

On the wing

Straw gripped firmly in her

Thick, orange beak

She came to a fluttering halt in the rose bush nearby

The one under the window, by the screen porch

I watched her sew this strand

Into the others

Gently weaving

This crude structure into a home

Surrounded by pink petals and thorns

The thorns for protection

The flowers for nothing more than beauty

After nestling out a depression

In her ragged bowl

The cardinal took flight again

And I ran to ready my daughter

For this wonder’s next showing

Before the hamburgers could burn


©2020 Lenny Wells

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