Feeder Follies:
One Black Bird
If you heard a grackle cackle,
While he crouched upon a limb,
Would you feel a touch offended
And hurl a rock at him?
One Red Bird
The cardinal sat so quietly,
I thought he wasn’t real;
Then he toppled to the ground,
Said, “Hey, let’s make a deal.
I’ve just come from the Vatican,
Conferring with the Pope;
He sent me to your feeder,
To find the perfect trope:
To sow the seeds for Charity,
For Faith, and then for Hope.”
Having said what he would say,
He grabbed a seed and flew away,
Back to the Vatican to pray
For happy times and better pay.
Well, apparently the silly season is upon me. Sorry.
What a delightful thing that words sound alike (rhyme).
The two images that follow are not mine and belong to [my iPad suggests “Jesus”; ha] whoever took them.
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According to the Kentucky bird book, this is a “Common Grackle,” not known to cackle.
Wholly Cardinal! God’s emissary, not the Pope’s, necessarily. Amen, amen.