Cardinals
Earliest feeders
at morning’s first light
Latest feeders
at evening’s last light
Always an order to their feeding
Males, brilliant red
always dine first, but
females, tan with a tinge of red
are not far behind
Hear their sharp calls back and forth:
“chip, chip, chip”
Once a mate is spotted
we hear their distinctive song:
“Cheer, cheer, cheer, what, what, what, what.”
On this quiet frosty November morn
their voices carry, like gunshots
telling us it’s time
to get out of bed
and be about our day
Poetic Alchemist 
Aurora: Thanks. I would enjoy reading your poem.
I adore cardinals. I read somewhere that the male cardinal eats first because his bright redness is to attract (and thus protect his female counterpart against) predators. If he can dine safely, then his mate can, as well. I wrote a tanka about it that was published in 2005. I’ll have to post it one day.
Polona: Thanks so much. We love birds too.
oh, delightful. i love birds
Dan: Thanks. Yes indeed love those Cardinals, in St. Louis, Arizona, and our back yard.
Gautami: Thanks. I will check this award out and be back with you.
I love those cardinals. I hear they’re only on the other side of the mountains, and will eventually over on this side. Guess they’ve already made it to Arizona…
And congrats on the award!
Here we hear conch sounds!
You got an award. Please do pick it up here:
http://firmlyrooted.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-award-roar-for-powerful-words.html
Jel: Thanks. May your day be blessed as well.
very cool 😉
morning Don!
have a blessed day!