The Cardinal Poem by Francie Lynch

The Cardinal



A cardinal, in full regalia,
Splashed down like the last drop of blood
From an anaemic sky.
He preened diffidently,
Drinking from a fossil-iced boot-print
Before shooting up
Like a dart
Past my window.
He made me blush.

Friday, March 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: spring
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Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch

Monaghan, Ireland
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