A covey
A covey stories

bernardtwindwilGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
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Quail hunting as a metaphor for life.

A covey

by bernardtwindwil

a covey small tan and brown feathered avian sprites

in brittle grass on desiccated hills hidden in plain sight

perching still as death will my close presence them excite

do they sense the ending that will mark their panicked frigh

I'll move they'll billow forth in the vagaries of flight

fluttering trajectory will intersect my sights

wild beauty convoluted billowing feathers ignite

ending in a tumbling stumbling failure of their flight

their camouflage plumage flecked with stains of crimson ligh

do they regret never seeing their progeny's delight

do they feel a longing for more than is their right

they will provide a meal for my family tonight

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