Red Warning Flag

Wind speeds are up a bit . People are reporting some trees down, the bushes are tossing, anything with leaves is a pixelating chaos in the corner of the visual field.

A hurtle of scarlet went past my dining room window, clinging for a moment to the denuded windvane post before darting — or being torn — away into the gale: Signior Cardinal.

I hope he finds a spot in a safe, deep bush and stays there.


10 thoughts on “Red Warning Flag

  1. An apt WCarlosW poem (to be experienced vicariously, not prophetically):

    The Hurricane

    The tree lay down
    on the garage roof
    and stretched, You
    have your heaven,
    it said, go to it.

    So much for prayer. Stay safe.

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