The Cardinal by Henry Carlile Not to conform to any other color is the secret of being colorful. He shocks us when he flies like a red verb over the snow. He sifts through the blue evenings to his roost. He is turning purple. Soon he'll be black. In the bar's dark I think of him. There are no cardinals here. Only a woman in a red dress. "The Cardinal" from Running Lights by Henry Carlile. Copyright �© 1981 by Henry Carlile. Reprinted with the permission of Dragon Gate, Inc. ------------------------------------------------------------ The Audubon Society of Missouri's Wild Bird Discussion Forum ASM Website: http://mobirds.org/