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: