Saint Eule (10/30/1955 / Shamokin, Pa)
Cardinal pecking on the window
The birds are all looking for a little seed,
They only want a little food having no greed.
I once read God cares about the sparrows;
even takes care of all their needs.
How about my little friend the red cardinal,
pecking on my window starting to freeze.
He must have a need - hunger or warmth;
He must be desperate to wake a tired old man.
I must fill the feeders he reminds me again;
he is like a passing stranger maybe that is the plan.
Even though the seed is a little food we share.
We may be entertaining a little angel unaware.
I put on my boots and went out to the tree;
filled up the feeder and heard a small peep.
looked out the window smiling at the red cardinal;
He seemed to say thank you, as I went back to sleep.
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