day fades while night rises,
snow softly falls upon the feeder
cloaking it with a white table cloth.
Mr. Cardinal arrives for his evening meal,
his brilliant red against the white of snow
is a site to behold in the wane of light.
this watcher sighs as he dines alone,
knowing his mate fed solo an hour ago,
perhaps a disagreement in the menu?
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