Photography Gods

Version 2

Where do the red birds go when they die?

While keeping their colors, they blend with the sky

and swirl with the clouds in a free-form of flight

with feathers at peace, to the heavens alight

 

Authors note: Strange how this happened, how photography can be magic. I found the original photo on my computer. Yes, the cardinal is a yard decoration stuck in a planter against a stone wall. But how did I capture the below photo? At night, perhaps?

With a tad of photo editing, a redbird floated amongst the clouds and twirled the above poem toward my palm.

Here’s the original photo:

Version 3

 

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