Cardinal perched on a sycamore branch
He was searching for the lady kind
Never quite heard what the bird had said
Until I looked him dead in the eye
He flit and fluttered on his vine and swelled
Then he sang
And I sighed
As he flied
So you heard
The bird
Has a song to tell
And well
So do I!
Beautiful reflections on family, grief, and indigenous identity from CHamoru-American indie rock/post-punk artist Rosa Bordallo. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 24, 2019