What is the cardinal singing Its rhythmic chortle Flame red, proud, alone In its vernal leaf Feels the drip of the cool rain run Down its spine and slip off its feathers Senses the worm beneath the soil Moving and sliding through the moist earth Feels the faded last breath of winter Feels the motion of earth as it twists In its well, the sun as guardian Peers down through my shade as I Pen these thoughts and keeps me company As I break and molt these worn feathers My rosy down and pink wonder