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.

Into the night a Cardinal flies, seed in his beak as he rises skyward.
Lone survival or loved one’s salvation?
Whichever impels you, red winged one, Godspeed!
Break the cruel dark of a baby’s cold birth.