the morning is cold
my breath leaves my body
in small clouds
the cardinal is already
at the feeder
i can see his vibrant red body
against the soft light
of the morning
he is collecting food
for his lover
i read that they pair for life
two cardinals joining together
and remaining so
the male
his sharp red
standing out to distract the world
it is not pride
it is his protective instinct
as the sun moves
i can see her
her brown body
tucked away in the conifers
those we planted some years ago
a mated pair will sing together
i can imagine their songs
gentle
soft whispers
songs not for the world
but for each other
i am jealous
i watch as he darts back and forth
returning again and again
to the feeder
it is strange
i think
to be jealous of a bird
the sun spills into the world
the day is full
life picks up where it left off
resuming yesterday
i want to sing for someone
i want to rise early
and let my breath not escape
into emptiness
but fall gently upon the body of my lover
let it settle in soft song
in whispers just for us