With a dash of bright red
and a sweet little song,
a cardinal welcomed us home today.
He perched on a branch,
watching me
watching him
watching me.
And just before he flew away,
my four-year-old happily sighed,
“He’s the beautifulest.”
No doubt.
With a dash of bright red
and a sweet little song,
a cardinal welcomed us home today.
He perched on a branch,
watching me
watching him
watching me.
And just before he flew away,
my four-year-old happily sighed,
“He’s the beautifulest.”
No doubt.
