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Cardinal
He can't quite camouflage his cherry-red feathers
with the pile of mulch I've been meaning to dispose of;
his injured wing has kept him grounded for days.
Looking helpless and feeling hopeless,
he flutters his tail feathers free of dewdrops.
I thought, surely, he would fly today;
maybe the timing is off.
I wonder how he will survive if he won't take a risk.
Oh well, it's only a cardinal.
No one will care if he doesn't make it-
no one, except for me.
