Red Cardinal
By Joseph Denson
A pretty bird flies by,It catches my eye.
It’s red, like fire,
It nibbles some seeds.
Sitting in my tree.
It’s looking at me.
It chirps and cheeps,
It hops and leaps.
I see its soft feathers,
Lovely and smooth
Suddenly, it flies away.
On a sunny fall day.
My Baby Brother
By Joseph Denson
He roars and he pounces!
He crawls and he bounces!
He pinches and hits!
He drools and spits!
But then he smiles and plays,
in the funniest of ways.