A covey
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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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bernardtwindwilGold CommaGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
5 months ago
I couldn't resist!

bernardtwindwilGold CommaGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
7 months ago
Friday 9:58 P.M. Pacific Standard Time
One side of a "forever" conversation.

bernardtwindwilGold CommaGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
10 months ago
X-Hale



bernardtwindwilGold CommaGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
a year agoReply
@michaelschulze I never shopped in a market until I was 9 years old. I understand the animal protection people's stand. But I also know that it is a convenience of a modern urban environment.

a year agoReply
It's strange that some people get offended by such thing they seem to think if it comes out of a package no animal was harmed LOL

bernardtwindwilGold CommaGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
a year agoReply
@izal5416 Thank you Yes it is a metaphor of being a primary provider and doing what you have to do.

izal5416Bronze Commasave me
a year agoReply
It's almost like a metaphor describing life.

izal5416Bronze Commasave me
a year agoReply
Wow... this is amazing. The vocabulary was mind-twisting and the ending showed the life the speaker had, what he had to do, describing the bird he almost hesitated to kill, but still did in the end for his loved ones.