Red Patriot

Slowly, the greased barrel is slithered back, with a shush
A'fore a little boy's heartbreaker eyes.
His little finger caresses the trigger
Without grief or thought of

Dead Dead Dead Dead

A red cardinal is dead -
Unable to point a now limp red finger to accuse
His murderer.
Red beak,
Red with love.
Red with spring
Or lack thereof.
Red his blood that melts on my
Sad fingers.

Red Red Red Red

In misconstrued disrespect
The koolaide served is more vivid
Than the innocent patron.