I noticed Mr. C molting recently, his magnificent red plumage looking grey and scruffy as the feathers prepare to fall out. Soon he will grow a whole new set of feathers for winter so he will look his best in my winter photos against the snow.
Sometimes I wish I could shed my feathers and grow a new set, too. Or I wish I could be like a snake and shed my old skin and emerge with a fresh new one. Younger and slimmer might be nice, too. Oh well, can't have everything!
A cardinal does a feather purge
As summer comes to a close,
Soon new feathers will emerge
Mr. C will be ready to pose,
How I wish that I could molt like birds
To become a brand new me,
But maybe I can shed some words
In that way I’ll be free,
Words like I can’t or I’m too old
I’m too stupid and slow,
Words like these just leave me cold
These words have got to go!
Shed the words and do a purge
Move into a brand new light,
Allow the new me to emergePositive, happy and bright!