visitors have been here,
In our honeysuckle nesting,
Mama and Papa and baby bird,
Singing pretty songs and resting.
The sweet mated for life pair share songs,
She sings a longer complex tune,
He spends time battling his reflection,
E’en in the window every noon.
The beautiful cardinals build nests,
In shrubs, bushes or a grapevine,
He is the vigorous defender,
As any male species so fine.
Being fierce defending his province,
Sporting bright red in a black mask,
He’s set to onrush objects of red,
And darts ‘bout a four acre task.
She is buffed brown with a red tinged crest,
E’en camouflage on wings and tail,
Is to drab still more while she’s nesting,
For he mirrors another male.
The beautiful cardinals we loved,
They grew use to us more each day,
Yet soon the darlin’ baby bird flew,
To a new nest was their next stay.
You see he takes care of this sweet brood,
While she tends a second new one,
Little baby birds hatched at same time,
Until flying is then begun.
The sweetest visitors we have had,
Brightened days with color and song,
Darting so close we became attached,
Whistling pretty, pretty days long.
27 May 2006