A CARDINAL IN THE SNOW

I see a cardinal in the snow,

His bright red plumage seems to glow.

Ruffled feathers, conserving heat,

He searches for a crumb to eat.

I dare to think I save his life,

And strew some seeds upon the ice.

Ice will melt, snow will fade,

And he will fly one more day.

Spring will bring a cardinal wife,

Their bond will foster fresh new life.

From my few small seeds of corn

Generations may yet be born.

(Copyright 2015 Ken Ragan)