Red stroke by the window.
A cardinal is here.
Occasional visitor
who’s been around
in short bursts
for most of the day.
Under the feeders, also
present from first light,
a mourning dove.
Can’t recall the last time
one came and stayed
like this, although
we hear them often
from overhead.
The cardinal holds court
from the shepherd’s crook
that holds the suet cage.
The dove holds the humble ground
below.
Red stroke by the window again.
The cardinal is gone — stayed long enough
for cardinal purposes, although
gone too fast, left too soon for us;
the mourning dove remains —
cooing, soothing,
peace in its voice
along with tears
and a promise of return.
