This Month’s Featured Poem

September Moment

 

Mama cardinal is looking sleek again,

her olive-green feathers tinged

with cream and persimmon hues.

 

No more, the dull draggled look

of nesting season.

 

No more, the constant gaping importunity

of cheeping beaks.

 

Nothing to hold her to the nest

now that it’s empty.

 

Not so much as a flash of red

or a note of song

from Papa cardinal

to entice her to do it all over again.

 

She will do it all over again,

next year.

 

This morning, her only plan

is to fill her own belly

after a few more moments

on this quiet twig.

 

 

 

Written by: Margaret Fisher Squires

 

 

 

 

 

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