by Salvatore Buttaci
Two nesting cardinals perch in the tree,
swaths of red against the green still leaves.
High and barely hidden, the birds clinch
their claws to the dark sycamore limb.
An errant wind will not topple them.
Summer is everywhere! Trails in flower!
Insouciant to the chiding children below,
they peck affectionately at the gold straw
where the hatchling burbles in its nest.
The human scene below is illusory:
the Bohemian flower children
warrant neither fear nor scrutiny.
Last updated July 17, 2017