The cardinal rests on a branch
as I watch it looking back at me
It seems to be observing
the cage surrounding me
Snow falls silently in the background
and like a bright red apple on bare tree
The cardinal insists I notice
that he is completely at peace
And as we stare at each other
I can clearly see
That the cardinal and I both know
that he is the one who is free
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem