Poetry: "Cardinals in Spring Snow"

Two cardinals hover,
In warm morning light,
Twirling to old lands,
Crimson wings alight.
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Rolled clouds move swiftly,
Ready to burst forth,
White manna poured out,
Paint on rusted earth.
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Bird chirps cease,
Hidden crickets quell.
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The warm red feathers,
Loosing foggy breath,
Warmth sought inside holes,
Life hiding from death.
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By next cold sunset,
A cardinal flew away,
Shivering alone,
The snow’s price was paid.