The cardinal keeps coming back
to the nest he guarded over but
his mate never used. Does he look
for her? Did he lose his mate?
Is he wondering why there were
no eggs? He pecks at the last of
the fallen berries clinging to
the roof. His stomach is full.
The berries are nearly gone. It
was an ideal location — food,
shelter, camouflage. He won’t be
back for awhile, if ever. If so,
maybe then his mate will use the
nest he guarded for her. Maybe
I’m just being anthropomorphic.