A beautiful red bird entered my world;
a flower of a rose wearing wings;
into the world this Cardinal was hurled;
strutting with the trappings of kings.
Why he had come; no one knows;
he had simply come from nowhere;
and Perfection in red took his pose;
and all were completely unaware.
This bird had to have been painted
by the brush of the gifted artist;
found himself in a world, tainted;
Perfection had flown his farthest.
An angel from the heavens above;
a rose transformed to a bird;
sent from the Garden called Love;
insisting that the Master be heard.
His beauty carried the message
deep feelings turned into sight;
his appearance; most impressive;
how could evil not turn to right?
How could we not see in His display;
His Love come flying down;
are we too ensconced in our decay;
to see a red bird bearing a crown?
Ultimately, the Cardinal died;
back to heaven he did ascend.
To the Master he said, “I tried,
Now let me try all over again.”