Into the night, seed in beak, rising skyward, what goes, flying Cardinal?
Lone survival or loved one’s salvation?
Whichever impels you, red winged one, Godspeed!
Break the cruel dark of a baby’s cold birth.
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Arthur P. Johnson is an award-winning creative professional with 30+ years of experience in advertising, product development, screen writing, and television and web production. He has loved photography all his adult life and now he's doing it all the time. It's exciting, exhausting and scary, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
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