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Mar 2016
A single Red Cardinal I can vaguely see
Sits upon a barren limb
Distant into the dead woods he hides
The suns receding light now dim

His color screams to me a haunting woe
From among the branches bare
As he sits among the dead
And with his eyes he steely stares

His screaming presence causes me to ask
Is there life among the dead?
As on his perch he sits alone
In his coat so ****** red

All we men who live and breathe
Have hearts that pump crimson red
While the heart beats in the living man
He walks  among tomorrow's dead

RLB
Written by
Robert Blankenship  Texas
(Texas)   
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