The Cardinal Bird
A day and then a week passed by:
The redbird hanging from the sill
Sang not; and all were wondering why
It was so still—
When one bright morning, loud and clear,
Its whistle smote my drowsy ear,
Ten times repeated, till the sound
Filled every echoing niche around;
And all things earliest loved by me,—
The bird, the brook, the flower, the tree,—
Came back again, as thus I heard
The cardinal bird.
~William Davis Gallagher
3 comments:
Love these pictures! Especially the first one. In that second one, he looks like he's saying, "Well, are you coming or not!" :) Love the poem, too.
Great poem! That second pic is my favorite. He's too cool for his crest! :)
I like the first... all those curly twigs and that plumb cardinal!
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