Friday, January 4, 2013

Song of the Desert Cardinal


He was
Like a drop of blood
In shark infested waters
Sprinkled through the trees
All predators could see.
What was she thinking?
What was she thinking?
Under
My simple wing
She could have hidden
All along.
What was she thinking?
What was she thinking?
I will take her
Now that he is fallen,
Her heart for him
Still calling.
What will she think?
What will she think?
I will woo her in redness
Of sunrise,
Wrap her in plain feathers
And warm down.
What am I thinking?
What am I thinking?