[fifty three i messed up the numbers again somehow this may be useless]
cardinal sitting on the line
everyone else was feeling fine
formations failing across the sky
the cardinal squeeked as they flew by
hunting and prancing and darting around
wondering why it was still on the ground
focusing in on its goal and its prey
the cardinal feared it would lose it today
rotund and round and plump was he
the fog made it so he couldn't see
losing his grasp his clasp his fight
the cardinal burst up and flew into flight
joining his brothers he triumphed in awe
losing his kill was his only flaw
spinning and flying and twirling with glee
the cardinal again just couldn't see.
focus: rhythm.
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