Standoff
As evening fell,
Air gray and still,
My ears discerned
A cardinal’s shrill—
High in an oak,
He fussed, aglow,
While crouched a cat
With stealth below;
From bough to branch,
That bird flashed bright
Until his foe
Slunk into night.
Copyright © David Bose | Year Posted 2017
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