#first time publishing writing

[bi-asstronaut]

So I found some old poetry of mine

And holy crap look at that I'm actually publishing some of it (message me if you wanna see more, I suppose??)

Cardinal - - - - - - - - -

If I were a small cardinal, I would find my way to wherever you are, no matter how far my small wings would have to carry me.

I would sit outside the window to your room, and sing a happy little tune - only for you - hoping that the window is open and that you're listening.

I would leave a little red feather on your windowsill to let you know of my visit when you're not home.

I would bring you all the flowers that my little beak and small feet would allow me to carry, and let them fall on your "Welcome"-mat in front of your door.

I would wait for you for an eternity if I had to, even if you would never make note of my presence. I already feel like the cardinal; it would make no difference.

So if you ever see a red feather or a bouquet of wilting roses or hear a little mysterious melody, or see a wanderer with their soles worn thin; Please think of me then, for the gifts will be from me and I will be looking for a new pair of shoes to wear down searching for you.