By: Cole Grennen
And the Cardinal hits the window
cries thrice in the meadow
to haunt and thrill
lies the window
Shimmer and shill
swings low
remarkable
in the meadow
Rattling the bottles on the still
my mother flutters, arms akimbo
and the cardinal hits the window
Dreary forlorn fount of want and will
Bridesmaids flit and flutter like minnows
and the Cardinal
on a car they pulled from the landfill
remarkable, from engine thrum and thrill
this satin skinned day caught in limbo
and the Cardinal hits the window
And the crow
laboring the point
Amidst the rain there
and the crow cries thrice
tied together by
Some fatherless son drinking. and
dirt cheap and
the crow cries thrice
as the music winds up slow and shrill
as the crow cries in the meadow