Red Bird
The gale force southwest wind’s heat
Had the elm leaves flapping,
The foliage curled,
Protecting itself from the lack of moisture
And a top the tree was a red bird.
His shiny feathers shown as a beacon.
Their candy apple red color signals his presence.
As gleaming as a perfectly ripe fruit on a tree
His gaze searching the grounds
He’s watching over you.
His song erupts as you exit the house.
In excited merry melody he enhances your day.
Watching over you with something special to say,
The red bird from his nest
His unending love wishes your day to be the best.
© September 23, 2011 by Jimmie A. Kepler
