This afternoon is dark and dreary,
Drizzlin' falling rain, so quiet it sounds...
Makes you want to nap away,
But eyes are wide and my mind pounds.
It pounds with many thoughts of past,
As I sit here close by the window...
I see the apron to the garage has puddles,
Something else is there all aglow.
Tho it is dark and dreary, a Cardinal I spied,
In water puddles, he flutters about...
Splashing himself, then he hops to and fro,
He's having fun, I have no doubt.
When he was thru with all his antics,
He shook himself off, then took off in flight...
To the Rose of Sharon by the drive he flew,
It almost makes this dreary day bright.
Vina Carathers
March 17, 2002
St. Patrick's Day Sunday
I watched him for a little while,
Soon he flew to the tall hedge-row...
Wonder if that's where he built his nest,
The hedge is thick and his nest won't show.
There are some Cardinals in that hedge,
For I have seen them come and go...
The Cardinals are so en-er-ge-tic,
For soon a family, they'll have to show.
By then our birdbath will be out,
Full of water for them to explore'...
And then from my window where I sit,
The Cardinals will come for me to adore.