In Louisville

by Samuel De Lemos

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In Louisville,
we had a friend.

Nameless-

except for
his bright
red feathers,

Every morning he’d
swoop in,
making his rounds
in our yard.

“Look”,
I’d say-
when I caught a
glance of his
cardinal colors.

Such a festive
contrast while,
dancing happily
from one place to
another.

Whenever he’d
come a’ calling-
all his prancing
gave us
a deep
sense of
joy.