Copyright © 2012 - Charlie Morgan
The Cardinal flies wild and free singing songs to all that be
The pumpkin - still, quiet and shy wishing for all the world that he could fly
A loving heart and caring hand plucks the pumpkin, oh so grand
A flash of blade, the carving knife begins a new, vibrant life
Fire burns through hollow eyes The pumpkin never meant for soaring flight, but to guard and protect all on Halloween night
The cardinal flies wild and free wishing for all the world that he could be mighty and brave like the pumpkin he sees
Author's Note - A couple of years ago, I made the attempt (attempt being the keyword) to grow my own pumpkins. I had stepped out onto my back porch to check on their progress and noticed several cardinals flying around. One flew into the center of the patch and began looking around. This poem came along pretty fast after seeing the bird explore with apparent fascination.
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