The Cardinal 6.22.19

Spring was making it’s comeback

When a few weeks ago he appeared,

Just as dusk surrounded the eve,

Suddenly I got the oddest feeling

Like someone, literally was staring at me.

I seemed drawn to peer out my window

There I saw gently perched upon a branch, 

A cardinal dressed in bright red.

He wasn’t checking out his surroundings

But looking at me instead. 

I didn’t feel startled but calmness and peace.

Was he bringing me some sort of message?

And though I had heard tales of such, 

Of the appearance of loved ones lost, 

Until then, I hadn’t believed all that much.

Every fair weather evening since, 

I am drawn to look out that same way.

Often he is there and then he is gone,

Though I have never seen him depart.

But there just seems to be a familiarity about him

He, like my dad, leaves the echo of a sweet little tune

That continues to play in my heart.

 

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I’m back to writing with a flash fiction!

Here’s my take on the July 5 prompt.

Granny Ruth made the best cookies in the world. They were sweet, crunchy and filled with chocolate chips. Alice was staying at her grand-mother’s place for the holidays, and though she already had her share of cookies for the day, she wanted more. She had seen a cookie box on a table in Granny Ruth’s room, so she tiptoed in and tried to reach the box, pushing from the sides, for the box was too far from the edge of the table. The box fell and all she found were buttons, small, big, patterned and flower-shaped instead of cookies.

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