Cardinal

Kate Kerames

A sparkling ruby in a dull bush
Gray-green surrounds while he relishes his own
Radiance and whispers to others, "hush",
"Look! I light up the forest, I alone".

He commands, "Be still, appreciate me."
"I bring a touch of fire to this forest,"
"Lively and spry." Says he innocently.
But oe'rlooks the Jay, thinks him only a guest.

This wood is his, he tolerates their presence.
A burning sapphire lands near our red bird.
With his approach the ruby's malice grows dense.
He lashes out, feels his command unheard.
The blue feathers wilt as red flows around,
Colors meld, purple plumage lies aground.