Hi… hello Little cardinal alone on the branch

Seemingly your eyes speak volumes that gently comes through

Watching you for another moment or for a little chance

Perched on the snowy limb as the white flakes evenly accrue

And for that very moment in tranquility and in a silent trance

Thinking there is no one as astute ~ as me and you

Is it that I know that you and I are happenstance

Though you are a bird and I a woman who is talking to

Sighing ~ there is no language only sight in this odd bechance

Then time halts and the cardinal fluffs feathers and away it solitarily flew

Bj

Thank you Alan Boles for the image from A Poets Haven