I hit a male cardinal on the way home today. I wasn’t paying attention and he wasn’t either. I saw him right before he went under the car. I heard the little fellow scrape the bottom. I think he hit his head. I saw him lying still from my rear mirror. He must have died quickly.
He was a daddy cardinal, taking care of baby birds too, probably. He had hopped out from around the drain grate. It had just rained. No doubt, he was there looking for worms.
I was so sad. I turned the car around. I saw another cardinal on the way back. I wondered if it was him. I knew it wasn’t because this one was a bit fatter. He must have been a young male. I pulled over and put my hazards on. I picked up the shirt that I had just taken off, due to the heat. I approached him and gently scooped him up. He was warm and lifeless. He was also beautiful, with not a scratch on him.
A car approached and I turned around. I took red cardinal to the grass, disturbing some animal as I approached. I gently laid him to rest, with his long red feather tail. I cried as I do now. The End.
The four Cardinal Virtues, according to 13th Century poet and painter Dante, are Justice, Prudence, Temperance and Fortitude.