“Red Cardinal, Black Feather”

Red cardinal,
black feather,
storm clouds,
sunny weather.

Nerves of steel,
back straight.
They may laugh
but it’s too late.

Red cardinal,
black feather,
broken bones,
red strings sever.

Feelings high,
the rest low.
Queen’s don’t always
dress in gold.

Red cardinal,
black feather,
heart of ice
with a liquid center.

So many
broken bones…
and children laughing,
throwing stones.

Red cardinal,
black feather.
Lopsided crown
never looked better.

She’s too good
for this world.
Straightened rose glasses
from a vision once twirled.

Red cardinal,
black feather.
She decides
to be better.

©2021 Jai Lynn

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