Cardinal in the Snow

I got this poem in my head on a winter day when I was looking outside and I saw a Cardinal perched on a bush.

A white blanket covers the yard.
Snowflakes fly swiftly threw the air.
There sits a Cardinal on the frozen bush.
Feathers puffed and bold.
Singing a winter tune.
the wet snowflakes melt on his head.
Hearing the creak of a gate, and with one swift movement he lifts into a gentle soar.
Off he goes into the white sky.

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