by Timothy E. Bartel
Two unasked ornaments-we receive them
Christmas morning from our father:
A cardinal, crimson for my
Brother, and for me a lark:
Wire feet to perch on branches,
Golden faced, brown-striped, flanked in pink.
I’ve looked for such larks but never
Seen any so colored, so still.
And now you may know
That I am a lark,
But if real or fake
I can’t say-look at
My face-is it gold?
*Photo courtesy Sergey Yeliseev.