☆☆☆ Cardinal

Dashing clouds across the sky
In the midst a golden eye
A cardinal comes flying by

And passing on without a tie
It floats so high up in the sky
That it too escapes my eye

And on the earth remains a feather
Barely whispering a sound
Its spirit freed now from its tether
Which had bound it to the ground

TobeTada 2017

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