"The King of Buntings"

He lights the morning daybreak with his glow,
a ruby red reminder of the year,
as vivid as the sun as it sinks low,
The crimson wings of Cardinal is here.

His faithful wife in varied shades of brown,
She Follows him wherever he must go,
From branch to branch they slowly flutter down,
To stand out clear against the winter snow.

Upon his head a crown of scarlet spears,
A King of Buntings with a regal flair,
His age old song carresses o'er my ears
And adds a trace of beauty to the air.

A Cardinal is beauty to the eye,
The finest thing in red that god made fly.