Two bright red Cardinals perched in my tree
Beautiful little creatures staring at me
There's a myth that they are friends who have passed, coming to say hello
Dragonflies can be black, blue, or yellow
Looking at me, knowing that I see you
If these are true, I believe you come here because you miss me, and you know that I miss you too
It's a good thing you are a loud callah
Because otherwise I wo...