Here is entry number three for NaPoWriMo. Today’s is a little more pastoral. Don’t worry though, I’ve got something a little special cooking for tomorrow. In the meantime,… Enjoy.

The Cardinal

So brilliant in my dreary yard
Before the green of spring.
The Cardinal is back again
A dazzling, scarlet thing.

Here he grabs an old dead twig
There some dry, brown grass.
He tries a dozen different bits
To find one that will pass.

You see he’s building up his nest
To show his love so pure.
He must succeed to claim his prize
Brown, scarlet and demure.

So now he works to build the best
This bright spot in my day.
And as he works the world turns
To green from dullest grey.

Cheers, Winston