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Poem About A Cardinal Retreat
The cardinal has a special name,
But that's not all that gives him fame.
He flies through the trees so very free,
Despite the fact that all can see.
From the ruffled feathers on top his head,
To the brilliant colors that are bright red.
This feathered fellow is known to all,
He's here winter, spring, summer and fall.
Rather it be at your place or mine,
It's seed he wants, he's come to dine.
And on occasion, he'll bring a date,
Her dress is faded, but she's his mate.
He's cautious not to stay too long,
From far away we'll hear his song.
And when we think he's out of sight,
He's back again for another bite.