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Crimson Robes

Mid-morning a bird flew by
Cardinal in crimson robes
Vivid against the blue sky
In a flash swiftly she goes
 
In her beaks a dragonfly
The mid-day meal that she chose
For her young, she heard them cry
As she flew by giant crows
 
A tall tree, her nest up high
Her chirping young they all rose
Under her vigilant eyes
Timeless frame, they seem to pose
 
Mother’s job is never done
Even after the sun’s down!
 
05-19-2024
© F Aparici
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