This little bird, with his velvet head <br />Frisks around with his tummy fed <br />Ducks down deep in the wet mud <br />To the others he’s such a stud <br />You can hear the female's vocals <br />In our neighborhood he is local <br />Ah, he raises, and with a tasty worm <br />He gobbles it quickly and so firm <br />The dew sticks to his wet hair <br />As he frolics through the foggy air <br />Mr. Cardinal starts to sing along <br />Joins the others in a lovely song <br />And there he goes along his spree <br />As he flies back into the trees<br /><br />Whitney Albright<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/back-into-the-trees/
