As night rises I hear birdsong,
soft whistles when Mr. Cardinal
invites his Mrs. to dine with him.
They arrive, he first, ensuring
all is well at the feeder,
soon after she flutters to the ground.
The gentleman he is keeps watch
while his lady feeds from ground seed,
once sun finally sets he joins her in the feast.
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